Timid Tale - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
Among the ashes of cold night she wired away, her passion, glory and rivers of love.
These were time when heart speaks for men and more to images of their youth
These were codes understand only by the decoder.
Ages when love was claimed by price
Could our names be immortalise
More of it in modern day poetry
Ours was just a perfect tale to tell Timothy of today.
These ages gives way to cornflares,
Minted coins, that was when Sharon becomes the price I learn of this tale long before I was a youth.
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