adaramoye micheal

Rookie (oct 12 1996 / lagos Nigeria)

The Race - Poem by adaramoye micheal

Pass me but the immortal
Baton of fameful glory
And let my art run pass
The living record of time
And unscrable the sacred secret
Of the future
Let me have my mark
And let it be but the best
To beat
And my fruitfulness
Be endless song in the lips
Of all posterity
Let me take this little fire
Run pass zephyr zone
The body shall be no impediment
Mountains shall halt me not
With my raining honey
I will walk past the bees


Give me but the sacred baton
Of the gone
Lemme join the league
That i might take the lead
And let my art preserve
A space for me in record
Let my epitaph
Brief my glory story

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Michealian......written ọ̥​Ω̴̩̩̩̥​ the 4th of january 2014

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 3, 2014


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