A million words,
A thousand phrases,
And still not the words to express.
The feeling inside,
Of countless daisies,
But still to make a mess,

A hundred faces,
And countless voices,
Yet none to suitably impress.
To truly possess,
That which truly teases,
A heart will surely bless.

Thus looking inwards,
And writing backwards,
Should fill the void of emptiness.
It’ll hurt no less,
Yet yield no loss,
For dreams to drop the moss.

Why is the moon in phases,
Why is the sky in seasons,
Why am I now not filled with loneliness.
Cos you put back the pieces,
And u stuck them so seamless,
I do now have gentle dreams.

Alexander O. Olafare
A.R. Adeloye

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