Treasure Island

Babalola Augustine Adeola

(August 26th,1990 / Lagos)

Thank You


When the sun rises,
and the moon embacking on its endless journey.

We all,
in the survival battle for a better future.
On this road we cannot travel alone.

You came,
stirred my loneliness to give companionship.
Your eye ball like the moon in the dark sky.
With your complextion assimilating Africa.

For this,
to heaven,
i shall continually send words.
To 'Aseda' for you his his creature.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (8/14/2013 12:54:00 AM)

    survival for a better future, good write, thanks.
    i invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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