Ordeal. Poem by Dorcas Tayire
Ordeal.
Many days, singing many songs.
Playful are some,
dancing with the sun.
Singing lullabies in mysteries.
Many days, singing many songs,
But it brought me deeper; not into fun.
Sorrowful are some,
Weeping with the rain.
Singing lullabies is history.
Many days, singing many songs.
Many songs; have I sung,
Singing happy songs; I sing not.
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