There Is A Poem... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

In the sad lines scrawled on my lips, there is a poem pretty and petite,
In the way the dawn drags the days with the dusk, a poem is painted,
At the Gate Of Hades, the devil and his cohorts writes eulogies,
At the Staircase Of Heaven, the angels recites poems sweet like manna,
There is a perfect poem beneath the arc of the resplendent rainbow,
There is a poem in the manners the mountains are arranged in greens.

There are elegiac verses on the walls of my world, they are now gay,
There are stanzas stressed on melancholic meters in a merry mood,
At the hours of darkness, I scribble down dizains to douse my tears,
At the times of tempests, I dare not write a dirge, blue and barbaric,
Instead I wrote down a beautiful ballad, burning away all bridges,
Instead I wrote down lyrical love poems on the clouds laced with rhymes.

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