I could feel her sadness deep within
Like we both share the same memories
Water flowing down the river to the stream
Forged with a heart subtle and meek
As it Journeyed away on the night train
Like a tree trimmed of it branches
The night could only stare at her feelings stolen
Harmattan is near, tears she couldn't shed
Mournful but a privilege of sober reflection
She couldn't help but despise the world
For letting her alone to wade her grief
Of unloved and a compromised trust
I hope the night don’t stay forever sad
Stars with gratitude’s will lend her a smile
So her heart at dawn wouldn't be solemn
Copy Right @ Akan Udofia E.
No comments:
Post a Comment