...wake.

flapping wings do win;
wings, folded in fear, stare.
A night before the breaking,
Soul snores,
Dreaming of fairies in lands
with no lands.
of Phyna is his bed,
and Harland at his right hand.
oh! Sluggard,
ants here wait not,
ants there wait not,
they rejoice as celestial choristers,
for their bread is fresh.
some other hands are too full
full of themselves -
the strength, and all,
and they forget their chi.
No. Forget not.
peace,
white bird with tranquil soul.
yearn for it like water
to a thirty throat.
and may you Live.


~ Balogun Kehinde

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