WHITE IS FOR LILLY
Come back to me!
Already I at base,
The last flat step,
Closer to the knob,
Of the closed door.
Seems verily to me,
The door being closed,
Since some decades.
As the soldier ants,
Roof the beam.
Still sunny outside!
The flowers I hold,
The Lilly, the rose,
Still quest your hands.
Wouldn't you open,
This door before night?
Before this Lilly,
Succumb to.....
The colour of night.
Open the door!
Before night echos.
Open the door!
Before I slumber,
At this door steps.
Forgive me....
For leaving suddenly...
I just didn't know,
The trip is far....
But I have taken,
The jungle to home,
I pluck these,
To plead your fury.
I will never again!
Go for a journey,
Of many miles...
I will never leave,
Again our sofabeds.
20TH AUGUST 14.
9: 09 A.M
KWARA STATE,
NIGERIA.
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