I was dressed in robe of black

I was dressed
in robe of black

Sitting behind
the church pew
where hearts
were white

I, with the flowers and scent
shared a little words
of my bitter face

The time came
where my words
demands I talk

I smiled and say

Its a happy day
The mourn has take
a bit of days
I’ll live more and
elongate her stay

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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