Wings Of Time Poem by moronfolu adepoju

Wings Of Time



After a season and a time
feet strolled back to where buttocks
used to seat with tales on the lips

But time and season has done its work....

Those lips that used to laugh
at the tales told...
those faces
that do smiles at me
all gone in the wings
of time and season

now I become a stranger
in my home

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