Posted by Emeka on
clasped away at beauty's bloom
on
that month of March, will we forget?
weep
for the pearl of Damian's broken branch
and
why shall thy brother's heart not bleed
late!
we know that wails are vain
yet,
on thy tomb hibiscus now boom
my
eyes weary of wetness nay worry
and
the voice of my morning mute
ah!
Zika, only memories leave me whole
thy
grin still gives me hope
there
though twilight shroud thy heart
even
in dreams that day's fate still hurt