Words broken with love


We stumbled over a drink

Her laugh filled the earth
With happy breath

She said, ‘I would raise my hat
If you could finish well’

The perfectness of her face
Is more favorable than the morn’ sun

The elegance of her lips
Is more blessed than even’ tears

The in dwelt of her eyes
Is more venerated than any ornament

The hair around her neck
Is more charmed than any forest

I tilted, my words fell
A broken ware

But, words broken with love
Would melt a golden calf


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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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