To Love A Flower - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
Today the sunrises as thou our youthful desire comes to life.
Thou as shroude and flower comes to grave we aloft our desire no more.
How then can I not cheer thee not oh my youthful days goneby
thou scold the days of true belonging, our time of tales in cold night whispers.
Your marvel and sports of love, our pure days of crystal clear.
The waves of maturity drift by.the days of coins and honour.
The clever case of wistful sins.the repentance of angels to demon saints.
Thou I never love like those of sunrise.
Eventhou I wish time should remain a damsel.
The nook of ugbokolo could not hide our gaze.neither the scales of the burning sun.we dreamt and wake alike.
Time you betray us and sail of more.We amend our patchy hearts in far reaches of campus life.
But none like those days of love and flower.
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