I-M-E-K ≪ Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Your name be a head to my poem
and all eyes that reads be opened
good will be wiser than evil
they'll hear the rhythm of the falling rain
life will become more meaningful
they'll see the bright lights of the stars
eyes becomes instrument for positives
they'll feel the vitamin of the sun
all growth becomes treat to disease


evil becomes life
a place for seeing
one of the mirror
a heart for shelter

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