Opposite the adjacent
Lies the hypotenuse and flaws
As evil roads are paved with golds
And nothing gold can stay
As learnt to know yet
Okra grows higher and higher
The antelope dancing
Rhythmic victory in its glories
Not long
The farmer comes along
Plucking it home
Reading these my stories
You'll see my words
Full of mysteries
Some foolish ones
Will buy bread and eat my words
Like someone eating bread and
Beans, the wise will
Consecrate it
The hearts, the kidneys
The pancreas
Purging off their agonies
[READ: I Have God In Me ]
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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