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Drained in endless despair
For what seemed like eternity
Cringed in hopelessness
Totally lost, track unknown

A pretty bird weaved it's song
Spun it's way into the brain cord
Like a veil, it fell off
my heart zoomed back and forth

It sang ,I listened
Colourful melodies, much longed
Just then, it stopped
Too much traffic, won't go on

Sustained by its echoes
Lost In its tunes
Enticed, to sing along
Alas!, I breathe again


My body in frenzied quiver
Floating in ecstatic sails
Exploring wonders aboard
Landing on safe shores

Last night
Imprinted deeply
Are memories on replay
Spiking beats and let out gasps
Of constant trips to wonderland

Last night
Stolen by a melody
My lips filled in songs of love
If this is a song, I will sing
All day, night long





Helen Gyigya, Makurdi, Benue State, Nigeria





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