Since the day next,
Is invisible..
Fate... Inaccessible.
Not untill dawn,
Still we in shadow,
Of our pended fate.
Better but we wait,
In murky shadow,
Than losing in haste.
When your hands,
Are cold...
I know your needs.
When your thigh,
Warm in spring,
I know your wish.
A race is tiresome,
For the two-feet...
So stand by me...
To make the four!
13Th June 2014
10: 27 P.m
Esie, Kwara state.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stand by me to make it four... perfectly penned invitation. Very much enjoyed your poem. PEACE