A. T Matthias
A Dorra! ! ! - Poem by A. T Matthias
I have found a lass
A bonnie lass
Amidst meekness and tales
Betwixt the world's beauties and fames
Where the skies are blue
And the fields are green
I have found a lily!
'common tu t'appelle? ‘If it were a being
What are you called, a flower also?
How could they all be called flowers?
Yet so purple with hairs arranged like a fret
Unknown still, I commune with her
'I am Matt' meaning Hope
So young and receptive, so bright as the sun.
I revolve round and round around her
She's as a red red rose so I thought
'A human flower, a Dorra' I heard her say
Her name at last a flora
It's a Dorra I have found
A dorra with a Flora makes my Lora!
[1st October 2014. Kwara state, Nigeria.]
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