A Prince Ojoka's poem
💦DRIFT💦
A vault upon the abutments,
Like a beautiful beam upon nature firmaments;
Our love shall meet where the wind blow,
Where celestials cristal meet purple mountains,
Where winter whispers to fallen fountains,
Then shall our love driftway:
Like tampering tool of steel emotion.
I am a lonely lover shattered shaft by shaft;
Like a ghost mirage.
I hope we meet when the rivers meet under a tunnel?
I'd slept by the side sound of the ocean waiting for you.
My feelings still floating in dusty winter,
Like a lonely revelry of tormented placenta.
My heart driftway like a miscarriage linage.
My banquet of flowers shall flourishes;
Under her fresh water dew.
I hope my river blossom under her bosom;
When wind and winter welcome a singer.
Should I be privilege when my maker shall recall my last wish?
Thou shall say "I LOVE YOU."
~~ Sir Prince Ojoka
(Award Winning Gold Poet)
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