Joy Comes In The Morning Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Joy Comes In The Morning



I swam deep oceans
in search of a rare pebble
as a token of my love for you.

I'm glad I found it
Just say 'yes' to Paris
And sure, joy will come in the moaning.

I just don't want to pluck your flower
I want to water and caress till eternity
For truly, joy comes in the moaning.

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