Nosakhare Collins
the faces bears the last names
of a broken heart stroke with grief
as we hear the spirit of streams cries
louder with signs of puddles into the heart
tears are weighted with felicity, floating
always on earth, soaked with sudden joy
for happiness obeys the law of heaviness
and gutted like sadness, and become normal
every sound has height, to face the pap
with sound tiptoeing into a sea, rocking the
broken ribs, and smiling back at a flowing waters
seeking land to calm our fury soul
there are no too much words hold sorrows
the vast need to be broken, stable to tear off
the sound breaking into puddles
as every river break into the spirit of spoken river
here, we hear the river speak of felicity
when it begin to flow more, breaking into
qualified part, and seeking into the land
as earth is waiting to hear the river speaks his language
dum dum dum..
let the world hears of you
& let your greatness manifest
dum dum dum..
& let our heart be the history to be told
perhaps a new dawn
will speak of it.
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