Passing Through the Mist
Despite the quarrels
which drive me
insane
I still cherish and
love her with pure
heart
Storms and
turbulence we did
not bargain
Our home turned
garbage and smelt
like skunk fart
Yet we were able to
endure this pain
Tears and sorrow
travel through our
soul`s cart
Now our rose blooms
and grapes flourish
at last
No more drought and
sadness as in the
past.
Olusegun Arowolo
,Date:8-26-2014
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