Tobi Praise Obanisola Poems

Mouth raging, wished words had guage
Tongues flapping in pages
Souls shouting in cages
Words racing in paces
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The time is known, but kept unshown
With his eyes he stares, but still unclear
Knowing the pain he'll bare, still he dares
From the words of his past, he fights his despair
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A mobile past, a source of joy
The times we shared; not minding what we heard
The times of trial that always made our hopes tired
The smile on our faces, when we gaze at the past we've made
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The worl below i dare to know
My mind enticed by mystries untold
The manifestation of the damnation of souls
Beings giving their manifestos of remorse
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Take me, steal me
Where i can see with my closed eyes
The glassy sea in which i'll swim
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Just like the star
The scent of twilight, a joy conceived by dawn
A warrior of passion, the Queen of thoughts
A distant life, by reality shunned
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