Notifications
Clear all
Poetry
2
Posts
2
Users
0
Reactions
812
Views
Topic starter
31/12/2018 12:37 pm
I found an old book of mine
on my favourite shelf,
it was my colouring book;
instead of colours painting
objects of all kinds,
it contained words painting
the one who loved me dearly.
While I smiled as I flipped
through the pages of the book,
she walked into my library,
resting her head on my shoulder
with a smile more beautiful than
the brightest colours in the book,
I mean my colouring book!
©Stephen Omolori
31/12/2018 2:20 pm
Aptly and wonderfully crafted with luxurious use of literary devices.