'SYMPHONY OF SOULS' / 'WHEN MY BREATH NO LONGER WHISPERS' / 'REQUIEM FOR RICHES' | three poems by Olaseni Kehinde Precious
Tomorrow, I may vanish like the morning mist,
Which gracefully dissipates beneath the caress of sun's smile
So, when I find my room beneath the earth’s embrace
Do not afflict your eyes with desolate tears
