Song Of Myself

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In the wake of the 6th day of the 9th moon,
The hen barks and dog crows,
Sun in the night and moon in the day,
All for a new season melted with pleasantries,
For a king is born.
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With a loafe heart i beckon my soul,
I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass.
From this soil, this air,
Made the tip of my blood and language of my tongue.
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Just as blood relation bequeaths children,
So my parents from the equivalent bequeathed me.
Age on the roadway race,
Hoping to end not till death.
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And with the scene of the full-moon trill,
Hence, my song will sing again
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)

by Oluwatosin Thomas

Comments (3)

And ur Thomas a KING DID you read my Poem MOM'S SMILES FOR YOUR QUEEN
With a loafe heart I beckon my soul/I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass...I profusely admire poetic beauty of the expression! A beautiful poem....10
Full moon trill, Sing again