a love for life

Be tender,

Be soft

And

Although my walls

Be made from terracotta, wattle and daub,

And my food cannot compare

With that of my neighbor,

Stay with me

 

For we share

A thing that matters much

And let us watch it unfold

Like the dandelion clock

Blossoming by the yellow river

 

And come thee

This from deep within me

Behold I see

An infusion

Of nature

And undulating valleys

Sweet music

Below the stars,

And thee in my arms

And I will take you

Within

Reviews

[Antonio Chevere]

good stuff yinka, touching