Posted by adigun tunmise. on
In the Stygian of the morn,
A tiddly cheep en-kindling the hearty affairs.
A voice this early hits and awakens,
Not through the pinna,
Not through the cochlea.
A tone from the heart of dearest you.
A streaming thought of timely engages and exchanges.
but a thought to catch a sight now is luxury
cause, all hopes of that are kept in noted weeds.
Little light beams are now streaming through the golden clouds.
Fantasy is the only word qualified to qualify.
A deep thought to turn the world around.
Ingenuity in our hands both.
only you and me on the path of fate.
and Memories of the oaths of worth .
Best to the best
Deep calling to deep
Now brighter is the light beaming from the sun
The cocks had now retired from crowing
A moment, a word with the creator
he said carry on
for am with you both.
and we both glided through
through the golden flames
and all watched us fly so high
Adigun Tunmise (Engr,)