With Pleasure Poem by Haruna Garba
With Pleasure
After looking gloomy
breathing hell and haze
at last is a pleasure
when it breaks in breeze
our dear sky that rains.
It's always a pleasure
When the aching muscles
that respond with wrath
finally find revitalizing rest
in the gentle brace of bed.
And when all death tools are dealt
In bangs and in cracks
the great moment comes for parties
to accept peace with pleasure.
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