Immortal Poem by Mohammed Abideen Oluwalonsola
Immortal
Fire thus;
and gun race;
bullet did not stop; but counting
yet; i know not,
that those bastards; were shooting;
those bastards; were hunting
an immortal human soul
now; in hour of her death; life thus
but how many time; must she die!
Uhm! time flies across my head, as my heart gallop
Thank you poet. For everything that was is or will be. Well I wish to be a great poet like you
Thanks to those kind soul that comment here, whose lips kiss not, but use in prayer
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4/25/2024 11:59:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a deadly soul