Confessions 002 Poem by S Ovwata Onojieruo
Confessions 002
The whispers of the birds i see,
the fleeting sounds on several hills,
the melodies of singing trees,
are worth; not a dime,
compared to you.
If days and nights and noontime strides,
are all the price a man must pay,
nay; if one's very every being,
a cost not high,
compared to you.
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
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