The sun graces its shine
in the wonted epical mannerism
of goldish radiance
on Earth's massive face.
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Fray Not Dear Bulgarian Rose
The sun graces its shine
in the wonted epical mannerism
of goldish radiance
on Earth's massive face.
The dead love
in the afore-dark night
awakens and springs
on the wheels of hope
It's the feat of the evasive twilight.
Door clattering
Engines combusting
to usher men
Unto their day
and their ordained duty's designates.
Sunlight bears the torch
to the path of dreams
cast upon the vast sea
of life's terminal toil.
The long bare foot walk
on the hot sand in harsh toil
unregistered to mind
At Nature's course i murmur not
Earth's space shrouded
in darkness again
life goes to bed
to be reawakened
to the recycling procession of sunrise
and dreams pursuit.
Midday comes with traces
of wrinkles on my skin
The harbinger
to a waning twilight and dusk fall.
In all
I've saved
to settle my original debt with earth
Only a lame- unfruitful resistance
I muster in repayment
as after all
I'm lowered to earth
in submission to my rare quietus
©2021
Mikail Terfa Akundu
Saudade Dear dame, you are the timeless memory I hold safe in raptness of pain and glee which my vows keep locked in the treasury where tears drain and laughs chortle melody The paths we rambled are reminiscent of haunting yet sublime vestiges of us and the petrichor now evanescent gone yet breathing this unsettling fuss An empty heart filled and felt with a musk evident of a familiar aura almost appealing yet a spectral husk a spry in climes of aurorae's fora I wove thoughts of you to a memento as I make through this road all men must tow ©Mikail Terfa Akundu