How she saved me

How she saved me
like a down pour proposal
in the winter storm

A kiss shared by the
vehement wind and the glass made
of bronze

seized my thoughts, and held it
in her dark throne
her ageless fingers pulled, with
a fine silvery thread
she sows slowly
in her heart, without a word
her blood stained
the mirror

We merged, two rivers collide
with equal force
mine, lethal, hers tranquil

The flush, brought my
inner remorse

I cried, as of nothing

There, my pulse beat
and I felt another love


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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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4 Responses to How she saved me

  1. restorel66 says:

    Very nice Michael. “mine lethal hers tranquil”


  2. thandiubani says:

    Bro, you are handling this pen of words with such mastery.
    Gooooooooooooood job!


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