May 182012
I gathered water in my palms,
and cupped the sun in my fist;
I claimed the wind as my own
but who can drain the ocean?
I chased a star as it fell
even the rainbow to its tail;
I tracked the wind to its home
but who can clothe the earth red?
I sought a pin in the Nile
and drew my face on the sky;
I cast my line in Dead Sea
But who can love like you did?
Oh Temi!
Another short word that’s just taken me round about to come around……
Temi must mean so much then…….
Yeah, she means so much to me and always will. Sadly, I can’t say the same for her, though
oh temi……..pele.nyc poem
good poem
@edydeyemi bravo! This is beautiful! I love the play of words.
Thanks.
I love this..
Eyah!
its good to practice on a wider turf than to remain a dreamer so keep writing