The world claps old today

The world claps
old today
Her heart always run
For new entry and exit

One thing struck
me in release

The morning it ought
to ring the tower
across the moody street

There stood a long pause
It took the time
of all in wait
as men were
left inconclusive

The patches of silence
took our grieve

We stared
as cold fish
Hungered to be eaten
By belly meat

There, the world
Feel in love
with noble eyes
She has never seen
All were given
a dozen season

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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