Posted by IGBOKO ELVIS on
O! lost; lust for passion lost within his soul
Seeking I have seeked desert rain to make his flowers whole
Crawled through the Savanna in search for oasis to tend his care
His scent lingers, his face shimmers
Ever gusting winds cant let his whisper fade
On Atlas is where you’ll be made , O! Maima
A morning breeze filled his hairs
Completion that’s not his glory
He is unique to perfection as nature alloys
Concurring the universe is where he will be
All conquering and all imposing
For every foot print I missed he has already but been
With all this power he knows, still holds in his place
And enjoys the wits and fiery tales from a woman without a face