Gentle Breeze Poem by Ebi Robert

Bewail paltry ministry that gentle breeze chants.
Impatience and dream hack milestone and God's whisper.
Bad the bat and die the ants
An ilk of life, best worse minister

Since sin seems some sound sister
Zip zome zips zat zare zes ztar.
But Hope soon finds hope
Go by the gentle breeze and bring hope.

Lief, lief, lackey of milky joy
Mothered by pureness as a boy

Gently, gently, gentle breeze,
He flags the rags on the meadow where he sleeps
Gently, gently, gentle breezes
He declaims the meager ruddy leaves that ruin thee

And Immanuelically perfected the immaculate blueprint
A death only known by his fingerprint

Gently, gently grip me
I've felt the thrashing of licking, defeating me

Maturely in our ill-bred head
Never has life been so tortured in a stead

But with his gentle touch that comes from the measureless measure-
Of his hand, I feel a fine fragrance of the future.
Maturely in our ill-bred head
Never has life been so tortured in a stead