to solitude; carrying
the seeds of destiny
breaking through the fog in bliss
and
rising to the sky
like the staircase to the moon
like the love bird
of the realm
with a necklace of poems
you reach
the height of passion
singing my name…
finding solace in the glittering
pond of hearts
where
the sweetest spirit
flows
in silence
who says
the light of change
is always bitter
witness
the rise
and rise
of the lost boy
a refugee
in the scented lane of promise
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
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