BEHIND MY CLOUD
"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
