There would be peace

There would be peace
I hear the whisper from the
Unborn wind

Loud enough, I chuckle like
A mad man in the street

The thoughts, the Mother wind
Shares with the unborn seed
Pulls me by the breast

Tell, you tell, your adult friends
Far, near
Living on earth, in deep sea
Pull them by their ears
Write them these words

There would be peace
As fine rain share life with
Leaves
As struggles see light
In pregnant beans

More, if only, they purge themselves
Of unseen things

MO.

Image courtesy: myinnermystic.wordpress.com

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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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