But engravings on dust
Breathing dust, walking dust
Markings that define so good
Carvings on dust
Art of perfect fingers
Some are lovely singers
To whom melodies are gold for cost
These are not tattoos
Which, with the skin, decays
Or fades before a beaming ray
They steady in the whirls of time and stay true.
Deep markings on spirits
That drives men to destination
Through all odds and aberrations
That fights dust clothed spirits.
Written by: Anyi Charles Egbe
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.