There would be days

There would be days
Where I’d grow old
and nurture the flowers
waiting for some warmth

And years, many young
The heart that’s grew so cold

But love would share shades
in the hour I stay up

The last would bear
wounds and the glitter that
face the quiet walk

Find me, a place where I would seat
Facing the lightened sun

In countless lives, and dire song

I’d thanked the one
That made love
and pray my memories
Would remind me
I found so glad, an elegant maiden


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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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