Burning in the Rain~ Optimistic Poet

Burning In The Rain

We are body of different foots
But all are from lineage of burnt iron
For in the noon, we hold traumatic song in our tongue
And in the sleeping hours, we are always dead to happiness

In our heart,we search for joy
For whenever we keep our tears to listen to Joy-
We always lost in the garden we made ourselves
Because, no tales is ever narrated to us without a broken peace(pieces)

Although we searched and make a scent after the last seen one
But in the path we are lost
&in the colorful stories written ahead,we rule out faith
And these make our destination
The Moses tale

But if still till the moon appearance,furnace hold our breath
Tell the blood after us-
We had submitted to the furnace
&for left souls not to meet the left ones
Ask them to dream trophies in their upcoming battles.

Tope Ashaolu
Optimistic Poet

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