Me: THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH
No need to ask this fairest child of mine,
why not let the lender be,
than to be the one in possession of heavy heart and eyes.
Been swept by the tide of our habitation,
awake we lie on the shores of confusion,
Our heart, a filled cup of illusion.
Hatched to see the sun we are born,
with joy and laughter surrounding us in delight,
but at the touch of the gentle breeze,
absense of tears with little faint voice we cry.
Making me wonder,
if at birth, we can feel the future in the air.
But then, with sweat affectionately shed,
on the craddle bed we lie.

This life we live a mistery,
the dancing pen everyday move to write history.
In this jungle of black and white we dwell,
been the hunter of our needs we are hunted;
the past and wants our predators.
And to uncover the vessel of the future, we run,
We learn, we live, we love.
But amidst the rose of the earth the thorns survived.
Make not an adversary of yourself, from your sweet self in sorrow,
but this remember,
that the foundations of the earth are blocks of good and bad.
SHOLA AKEREDOLU


Sending…

Beautiful

thanks

Beautiful


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Thanks Nubian. Am glad you like it

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