As leafs in the wind
coaxing the debris of time
blowing and fading my troubles
little pinching sounds i hear
it's time again
Julius is coming home
This mountains of green flair
breathes its final pleasantries
wild flowers sway in motion slow
signing their last goodbyes
its time again i hear
Julius is coming home
In this terrific land of torment
filled with volcanoes of sorrow
flowing with tragic tears in fierce
gushing pains outta my heart
i hear him saying its over
Julius is coming home
A visitor, i linger long in this realm
where men thwarted my gentility
a monster, I've howl enough in these lands
morning joys is bursting forth
i hear the birds say "it's over"
Julius is coming home
Last sorrows
tilting now with rhythm of the default heart
the clouds bring me to the shore
boarding my flight to realm of love an joy
now you go well 'i hear the angels say'
Julius is going home
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A refined poetic imagination, Julius Saidu. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.