Music from the mountain

Music from the mountain
Kiss from above
The wind possess more wisdom
To share with the fallen world

Songs of peace
From the heart of a child
They tell us, war be no more

Images on the wall
The soul in console
Their hands carry their tired shadows
In written words

Calm was the habitat
Slow were the birds
Natural birth gave
its first walk

Music that pulls the finger
Fire on the lamp
Call home the victory won
By the wounded ones

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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2 Responses to Music from the mountain

  1. kph52013 says:

    Lovely words!!
    “Music that pulls the finger
    Fire on the lamp
    Call home the victory won
    By the wounded ones”

    Like

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