Olaniran Oluwasina Poems

it is a dance...
indeed it is a dance...
like courtship rituals between swans
flutter and fly....apart and near
...

she cried....
a piercing scream in the gloom of death
where shadows were born
and ghostly dreams strut around
...

I was a tree with tender bark, strong of
stem and unyielding
Then loggers came and cut me down, wasted
were the years of being
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I walk a lonely road
as forest creatures peep at me
wondering how it came to be
another life-form on these paths
...