Walk On Street 121 Poem by Blessing Asake

lost amidst the soil,
looking for where to stay,
longer I see shorter it becomes,
wired moment of road.

evening time comes,
we can walk and see afar,
no one expect peace of living,
evening walk brings alot
and refreshing a man kind.

walk on noon at 121
no one can stand and say
we are on a walk, when the nature is hot, brighter it becomes
less the living walk.

morning walk on 121
cool and bright, brighter with
peace within,
morning taste makes one
responsible for it weakness.

a walk on a street 121
looking ahead for peace,
solace near me, were do
I start a walk?
afar from living, I see a
walk.