Watching her in her sweetest fettles,
flying with wings of gentle flush over the air's freshness,
Her taper feathers catching at all things
and binding her about in tiny rings,
My nature as delicate like white faded violet,
my voice as tiny like little stars in space,
soft upon my jaws like a thorn on a thousand roses. Yes!
A new month again,
a new opportunity for gain,
the year is running to an end as the months flows in and out with haste,
it says we're growing, , , ,
Rain rain rain
falling from the sky above makes me wonder,
making sounds like itemic poems makes it feels stronger,
children hopes coming to pass as it prepares them for shower,
Aminat opatola graduated from secondary school as an art student in school, year(2010) at olmot private college. She Has passion for novels and books..she derived interest most expecially in writing by pouring out what lies in her hearts and thoughts.
She had an Hnd certificate in Marketing @ moshood abiola polytecnic now (moshood abiola univers ...