Beneath a vaulted green cathedral dome, I wander paths where whispers find their home. Birdsong weaves through air, light as a sigh, A gentle chorus under an endless sky.
By Abuh Dzahab2 years ago in Poets
In Nigeria's grip, a youth now grown, Thirty years, a heart heavy as stone. Dreams nurtured in the halls of lore, Now dashed on shores of jobless shore.
