DAY 14
FOR MYSELF.
When I look upon you & observe
the merriment of your spirit
And your gaiety,
I conclude in my mind that
God made you in the afternoon
when the sun was out
In all it's glory
shining on you as you were
moulded out of clay.
Should I say clay?
Perhaps it is from gold that you were carved
Or maybe the Angels' radiant robes
reflected on you & a perfect perception of you was formed...out of clay
revealing a lovely next to perfect bod like yours.
You do know your type is rare, it's hard to see an entity
who behaves like the moon & the sun,
reflecting light and creating it like Apollo, the greek sun deity.
What do I know?
Except for my out of the norm
reasoning & my love for wild dreams
But what I do know is, death's sting is scared of you & won't be
Around until you've seen your great grand kids & you're
weak from the success of all your endeavors.
My story for you is an endless stream that can never
dry off & you are you a being that will never die...
©Akinwole John Akintayo
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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