With watery tears,
Of unknown source.
With sorrowful agony,
Of unknown causes,
I promise you future,
With real strategies.
Today may look odd,
Since future is sealed.
But I promise you....
The future unseen.
We shall both walk,
Along the gangway,
Of our admirers....
Our hands shall mime,
To them our gratitude.
Let be patient....
Today is not ours.
Is like a sailor,
And floating saliva.
Let stay till night,
Tired of its darkness...
Let follow the rules...
Of the unseen love.
20TH AUGUST 14.
10: 29
KWARA STATE,
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