Grace Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

The grace of the Art the Creator
treated me with
Thus, sounding me like a Stage
wit
A man with so much life and bliss
So, from every beauty I take a Kiss
Like the cast of a moving train
every stop is a pleasure in my
brain
In one of the Stops, Thus,
encountered a Flower
A purple Lily, planted around the
wit of solomons tower
less could my muscle help me
from being hypnotised
she's a Grace from Venus and
Pallas combined
rear could you lock that, exept
from popes 7 year old
A craft of Perfect mould
Like a mustard seed her fire to me
but with faith 'll help her grow
Thus, now getting out of my
hypnosis
for the Dovy stop now reminds
me of the moving train
which I must join in this Sweet
Lifes Vain
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