Akinwunmi Elijah

The Beatnik

Early, her juvenile innocence danced
On the path of guilt,
Spurred on by the melodious sounds
Of an unseen flute
Playing from the deeps of her heart,
Soundlessly urging her onward.
And with great fervour, she danced, relentless,
Her steps rejoicing in youthfulness,
To the destruction once foretold,

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