The morning is my friend


The morning is my friend
It housed my feet
On the path of a stream

The muddy sun touch my voice
For a drink

The air was steady
With a sense of his need

The leaves play host to
Embittered feelings
music can nay bring

The manner of the rain
Bears memories that sits upon
Infant’s dreams

The shock of the waves
Is the perfection that life is a life
That lives in a two man ways

The mirror of sum is
The morning and the evening


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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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