Vagi Samuel Jnr

The quiet night deployed a half-moon
Town Street as evading as a venting loop
Sounding whispers of a walking lady
Her figure emerging from a darkened alley
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I am forty
I am a Christian
I am beautiful
And I am the land of the unexpected
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We were never a match (a)
She was a crusader from birth (b)
I was a realist during high school years (c)
We had different ideas and opinions (d)
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Shake off the dust from gloomy yesterday
Glorious waters of grace awaits my bath
Mercy shall put on me a fresh garment then
Knitted in love like the blue sky I see today
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Life didn't admit the gasp of his age
Painful chest wounded by a mucus wall
Perhaps, fathoming on debris of triage
That which we are jailed by clichés after all
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Her tears kissed the edges of her face
A cry that defended bruises in between a mask
Could she run? Or cheat death in the moment
Where could she have gone? Rain come already
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The smell of the sand raced at me
Peace was the sea gently raping the beach
West pulled by view to the hill of trees
As perfect meditation suited within reach
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Harmonize me that tale of affair we had
Let it perform surgery to my ear drums
Like my fingers that caress the IPad
So, will this music frisk without harm
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The future is fore
Ahead from my present
The past is all that’s gone
Laid to rest in the absent
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Tell me a joke that I may not laugh
I may not glee at all but to its spell I will jest
But even if I did show my Colgate teeth
Does that encapsulate a chuckle?
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