"Behind my cloud"
Who woads me with her womb
To wale and wad me in her root
With spilled golden water
That makes me grow and sweet like a sugar
Who worthies a wobble heart of mine
With wondering Chase to heaven?
Her arrearing a Arabic prayer from day till night
"Not making her child
To run helter-skelter for grace "
Indeed ,wandering a mile to see like
Her is found when pigs fly!
Clothed with colourful cool cloud
Under her mid rock to the sun
She is a horse and lion not to shun
All facings of the hottest sun is for her son
Indeed,by her - my life is survived !
How could I go blank of helper of my cloud ?
©ASO, Tijani
Innovator onilu
March 19, 2023
