"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

BEHIND MY CLOUD

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