When without words


When without words

I find no love again

I won’t fuss or turn

Purple gray

I won’t fight the morning

With curse or worried gaze

Turn the cloud

into a promiscuous rain

Sing song, of withering death

Silence nod in the packing train

I would lean back

Wrapped in your arms

Worn in your touch

Spelt in your warmth

and tell the story

Why I choose you for



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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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