One cold day
When field was spring.
On an isle everyman wishes
Beheld choir bleeding above
In a fold and hollow sunlight
Broke on their grey breast into
Patch of rainbows.
I wandered this fabled eden
Swam in the huge bath,
Of her golden leaves.
At sudden,a throb
Like a wind breaking mile
My ears were lulled by,
A Coarse screams ,I have not heard.
A massive head poised like spear
With golden ,glowing and blazing eyes,
Breed threats to my soul.
Evoke an echoes, within my innermost being.
Mouth watering in,brows died hard,
Face chilled to a crushed man,
All in a serene serengeti plain.
Joys of springs snipped at guts,
God!in a tone that rustled,
Twitch phantom on sizzling stripes,
In a grace glory everyman has.
Glooms in my heart as bowls,
My blood drips seemed a sip.
I started dying before the leaves,
And like the golden leaves,
I continued to fall.
With a soul fevered
On a weary sole.
And again cloud,
Full foam and rage,
Broken into dusty clods,
Stretched wide to a tall horizon.
A good smell exhude ,from grinded earth.
The rough bark of sandy erupt.
On the wild trunk
She appears,
Cone-shaped ,strive and strain,
Stuck in breath and motion
On a bare footed fashion,
Stem among patterns of pale blossom.
Her dainty perfection,
Is a balm to the soul,
Snap, my blood cloth code in lonely struggle,
On the shredding mist,
Clouded with feelings,
Which now changed us both.
I’m hooked again,
In the golden fleece of her stripe,
Even my fear could not drew me from her.
– Odah Ebubechukwu nelson
– All right reseverd 2020.
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