Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi

Fret not; oh child from beauty
For nature only bears its duty
Speak the words thine heart desire
And tap from grace nature does acquire
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Several times I've come to see
The white man clad with stone
And there I sit beside his knee
Till night leaves us alone
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Amidst their struggle
still to gain...

Their tears have sunk
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And ye to thee the lord bestow
His grace to bid thee yet another year...
Despite adversaries trials and foe,
The lord has placed thee ever so near.
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Within the clustered blocks of harbour
Lies the roam of a blonde goat
And all she did was merely gnaw
Till she found a grassy sight
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Subtle whitish linen gowns
Enchant the hearts in sacred towns...
Leaving bare their holy feet
And clanging bells along the street.
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Puny suckling beasts of the night
Brittle bodies fervid bite.
Dwelling within the absence of light
Regardless of a victims might.
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Only when i was a little child
Entrapped in walls of innocence
My mother drew me in arms so mild
To the towns-heart at Leissence
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I would not let your beauty sway me back and forth
for i am not a mere lizard on a broken wall.
I've learnt from my mistake when it had me once;
my leg hit a stone and i had to fall.
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I really must be sincere with myself
As much as i need to be frank with you
My heart, my mind, my soul and wish
Is keen and bent on being with you.
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Petals have turned rain,
Dripping o'er shores of blissful
calm waters white;
Staring at the sky
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Come quickly,
hence fall into my arms
clothe with fluffy feathers;
As velvet soothes the skin...
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Brittle fairy queen of beaut
Whence thine grace will crush
Citywalls
And howbeit
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These waters speak to me
Words of wisdom in gentle tides,
Clashing its tail unto shore,
These waters speak to me...
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The clouds have heard me cry
Deep from its slumber,
Bringing forth my tears along
In its tiny drizzles
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Have you ever bathed in the rays of sunlight?
Heavenly showers of spark and delight
Its warm embracing hands encompassing so mild.
Did you let it sink in thy pores?
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Your body bleeds beauty
Dripping grace and splendour
Oh! how much i adore
your seemliness,
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'Twas time our teeth be sealed with bogus lips, frozen from the frost of tears.
Except for a form of mourning, they were to remain captives, the thirty two of them
or less.
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Up! be quick to catch the train
Before the smack of sheer disdain
Walk but hurry for today,
A harmful pour of flawless rain
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