The souls of the departed

Darkness smells with the hope
of a candle’s light

Souls sleep in the middle
of their elegant life,
if really, middle did last,
they would never sleep
by the riverside

Life is a miserable blessing
in every minutes alive

The path, a tortuous joy
sorrows and love, alike

The best moment, a sweeping wind
at the graveyard

The vision of the day
Presses deep into our mind
as we settle our feet
With the rest of the crew
in search for another land


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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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