I depart in peace

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I depart in peace
in Athens blueprint
I take my place with the
ancient warriors, my blood
is a comfort for their colonies

My skull is the drum stick
that gives good music for their
sorrowful feel

My tears, the vast water
they bury their feet in

The strength that flourish
in old age, has been melted with
the gate of eternity

The bridge of mortality
collapse, as my feet is but
an infant leap

Awake me risen,
O wise Heavenly crowd
A mere young man hearken to thee
whose life is but a page, written
with sand and the mid day light
Make my seat, fastened with nazarene
steel, make my lips lost in thy ceremony
I would be gone, and my memories
remain one still

MO.

Image courtesy: artstyleonline.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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