oluwasystem adesystem Poems

Even it is well in the well
Since it is not a rock
And yet death, the worst
Still a subject not in foundation
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To you show all wound
Turn to you all weak
Beating the drum of help only in your house
Dancing only to your presence
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She sits beside me
fair, dark, oh oh...
but i know she smile
on her i do more good
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New day as shakirah for my sight
cacht her smile even not for me
climb my eyes to her hair
though hidden under the net
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Though like a cat, but wonderful
hip move opposite side with the leg
in such armless short white gown
oh... her long sleeping hair
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Looking at my rigth hand side,
It was the best sound of bata.
Smiling turn to the left,
Sekere is seen in its best performance.
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You are aware of it
You know the cause
Its not a day
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Rumor
Rumor about the eminent
Eminent restless for his tomorrow betterness
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When pricesly is the time?
When your left is diffrientiated from the right?
When the incorrect use of the hand?
When laught at unexpected, but gravely welcome?
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Rekindle my thought
Though against desire for a best you

How can i open my lips after some era?
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