Sooner For Your Magical Beauty Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

O! I see it coming gently to my dormant vision
sun-setting on the fore
of re awakening ray
sipping through some plucked feathers
thirsty for second flight
under the juniper tree of depression

O my beautiful damsel,
How old are thou?
For the season of your beauty is getting darker
sailing through the sea of faded rainbow
when ISAIAH FOUR VERSE ONE will be fulfilled

I see the tears of your soldiers
the soldiers of beauty you once trusted
I see the wrinkled on your lips
the lips once succulent and fair
I see the drainage in your river eyes
the eyes once powerful and charming
Your hips will become no man passion
and thy smile will marry the beak of tired vulture.

O beautiful damsel! Make haste now before night cometh
when thou will become no taste
for every MASVINU's waste.

By asaolu kolawole