The Gentle Wind In A Garden Of Rosary Pea Poem by Adeosun Olamide

In a garden of rosary pea I do lie, a gentle wind-
There to perish, I softly swirl, yearning release-
From undying grief brought by a season, mad in nature
A cold cold that slain the snowy lilies, my only love
A parallel of roses once swirled, I deeply too
That nurtured from earth where buried
-But roses, lusty- loved the sun, the sun alone
And hast, say no whiff for my bottomless fill
Ah, then- when the sun, its angst has bore
Then its tongue over the roses' bloom, lapped
And leave a burnt, a shriveled too, in shame
I came then again, hurrying to the roses' aid,
To bury, free from the sun's mortifications
Here, along this unrequited where daily wandered
Came my snowy lilies neath some flowering almond
They - dawdled lonelily and shyly there,
That upon their look their thoughts were written
And beck, I softly sang and made them dance
And swirling, filled here bottomless with fragrance
-Four seasons slept and woke- but in love, a jiff
When with, in my watch and air, their bosom lie
Heard whispers, of colds- love to a jasmine
Whom when touched by- a cypress came
And of its love then to a dahlia that red pour-
And in their bosom where lie, I did feel
Echoes its ire that made the sun frost than a moon
And allowed under some aspen tree-' its ire thrive
For not a fair flower bore a desire, dreading it
-Nurturing its foul and hatred for all that was loved
And all that was loved, it spat its venom-
And none was loved than my snowy lilies
And none was festered as my snowy lilies
-Now shredded, perished a death by me-
Than be frozen in cold's embrace from reach
I, in a garden of rosary pea do lie, the gentle wind
There pleading, weary- to go where my lilies came