Haoma - Poem by Precious Okidika
That is the thought that resounds with you
An assertion of things already known
A compilation of a mysterious perfection.
Is the thought I had in mind
When I watched you from afar
A perfect frame. A perfect figure
Is the thoughtful step that you take
A wisdom with beauty matched
It is my joy to hear you speak.
That is the name that resounds in my head
That ceaselessly echoes in my ears
That perfect beautiful name of yours.
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