Thursday, 15 December 2011



going with the gust of the wind
the candle flickers its last breath to sleep.

Mourning the howl of thunder is no use
when seedlings are yet to take hold.

Chances: treasure of wise souls digging deep 
Should these be drawn up, seized and saved?

Dreams burst into song, the fertile refrain 
shoots up seasoning delights as

visions like buried diamonds
sparkle in the heart of adventurous

dreamers dancing on the trail of love to
keep the wick straight up. It burns bright


©Adura Ojo, 15 December 2011

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