Angel of the Sunshine
On the road to a path,On the journey to a start,Let our voice be heard,Let it echos as the rain drop.On the part where the innocent dwell..And the infants of others fell,Tell Mama, I'm no longer cold or shy,I've seen what she told in parables.On the part of a start,Or a path to a part to the part apart,Where lies were told front and back,In the cold of sunshine,I wonder if my hand were clean.If my shoes are my size,If I haven't impose destruction on a fat-high soil,Where our maze were plant to field guerillas.Angel of the sunshine,Where is the sunset?My mother once told me that I will never go blind,Even, if my eyes were plucked.She said I should see things from the inside,Not From the outside walls.I'm still on the same journey,To a path where we depart no more,Where history were past burnt into old memories of beautiful ashes,And vanished in the sky,Like the angel of sunshine halt to dis-part.Olagunju Joshua2021 poems
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