Mary I Poem by Okunola Peace
Mary I
Upon this silent hill, on this pleasant day
Do i paint the parable of our lives
Like a sun that blooms 'fore our weary eyes
Or like the faintest memories that fade away.
I wish our story would be remembered
At all times, on high or low and every moment
To give the fragrance and color that our heart savoured
That twinkle away with the will of our kismet.
Friday, September 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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