Here- On The Loss Of A Beloved Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The roses- lost their scent
The daffodils- its color
The breeze- are blown away
The waters are drowning
And the fires are in flame
All a blur soon come
Even the snow that shivers
And a curtain seem winding
Our tears then is sapped
As we acquaint the loss
Our touch lost its feel
And our taste is gone
There is a passing
Our ear strive for echoes
But never in us
The shadow hangs over
To torment perhaps
But we know-
Words carry little
Where feelings lost dwell
Its fate dwells the scene-
The tears comes sweet
And on- in our separate realities
Till it blur out from the stage
The audience all gone
I remain- hoping it’s the beginning