MELLOW DEATH
Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib.
Silence sound of my death rattle.
I hike to facet.
In resplendent apparel of grace.
Listening to the dark choir of the night.
As the Nightingale plays the lullaby.
The night of dark moment.
Whispering in the ear of every heads.
Do not mourn my demise!
On a segue to a beautiful land.
Seek solace in your storm.
I live in death.
I am not dead !
I live daily
In tranquility in one big Sauna.
I bid goodbye farway.
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THE QUIET LAND
FantasiA Collection Of Poems And Short Stories From The Best Writers At Lagos State University.
