STRIKES WITHOUT CAUSE Nature strikes devoid of cause hitting targets and miss undeserve minds earn the juice of destiny Posing a garment of disdain and enamour with sips full of wine a thousand smiles rocket in the thin air and shadows in postrate balance The tusk of the bushy elephant cast a glow with hunger striken in its whole tummy fleshs in the harmlet spit yellow toxics fragile bones mutter in pain Behind the ever glittering facade posit the mammoth of illing species yawning and soaring in unforeseen hope like a running tide in the old isle The rich and vicegerents tow in regal and craft the royal cadavans even the moon dares its own origin and blunt the meridian reflection the ever sprying sun once upon bemoans in pity why the anguish struck men to their grave. Ali Bright-Smart; a writer writes from ilorin.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 00:07:26 +0000
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