TO THE WORLD, FROM THE WORLD

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Restless I become, like a leaf, dancing on water,
When terms unspoken ripples along my tummy.
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I wish I could also spit and breathe life, to walk,
But, what dominion has a word over the world?
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Since this wide wordy world is not my own,
Only these terms I utter -- my possessions.
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Behold, these countenance creatures of mine,
In many minds, it shall walk, to live, after me.



#PsalmsInk

© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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