Saw people sleep and then dream of love.
On my way home days aback, I met two flies discussing sweetly.
Ouch, the air speaks love.
What more can I say than what I see?
I see love every day, but feeling it is zero.
Day after day, my hope cistern leaks,
I empty my emotions on the walls of my notebook daily.
One day to come, I’ll feel love in this heart,
I long for nothing more as my inner self is dying,
Hey, bring me rose and let my clouds smile,
I’ll keep on longing till you come.
Bring me love not its shadow!
Written by: Adesiyan Adeyemi Favour
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.