Category : Poems

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I
Taking back my sight to the tides of the past,
Piercing my thoughts on the fogs of today,
Lies a day i remember not the surname of pain,
For my thought longs so deep in forever,
An ever which may never be remembered.
II
Here's a time long gone,
When i can identify the ancestors of pain,
When the siblings of loneliness is the only gain,
Where my heart feels like January leaving my hopes high,
As i sigh in December with the brightness of the dark tides.
III
Here's what i was with the past memories,
Cheers to what i am with the beauty of today's accessories,
Toast to the pains of the embers,
A pose to the pleasures of the 'nuarys',
IV
Past and present will move on like the flow of a river,
Leaving no fruits of the past or the seeds of tomorrow,
But there will always be memories of brighter days,
And a toast as recipe to painful memories.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
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