Yahaya Madu

Chronicler of the art of life.


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Mesmer

Sparkling dew falls from the heavens
Upon an army of breeze carressed roses
That in mesmerising scent
Seeks a spell to cast upon the bee.
In the midst of rose blossoms lies
A serpent decked with dew crystals
Still… In the garden of perfume
In breeze pervading the air… In dripping dew…
Pour me a drink of rose scent
Invisible incense
That the Eye of the heart may perceive
In shadows of sunset
A glimpse of promised twinkling stars
That prophesy of drunken beauty
In the midst of flowers in blossom.

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