Abdulrasheed Dawodu


Intrigues


This journey of a thousand miles
Didn't start with a smile
Never give up
Nor retreat
Nothing good comes so easy
You must definitely be the best

I stretch out my arms
Reaching out for yours
Even if it is just a slight touch
My heart will be gladdened

I would climb the highest mountain
Just to catch your glimpse
Drowned in the deepest sea
If pearls are what you wish
I would wrestle in the wilderness
To catch you a game's skin
Dig hard into the mine for gold
If you would be so pleased

Someday, what I seek
Might shower me pity
And grant me freedom
From my mysteries

And when the odds are in my favour
When you are of me
And I of you
I look outside
And stretch out my hands
To someone
Elsewhere

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013
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