Poetry |Beauty| by AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole
If there's nothing to wish away in you,
Then, there's something to pick from you.
Perhaps, something that's not lost
in the whiteness of your teeth,
In the lines of your palm,
In the smoothness of your skin,
In the tan of your colour,
In the strands of your hair.
Then, there's something to pick from you.
Perhaps, something that's not lost
in the whiteness of your teeth,
In the lines of your palm,
In the smoothness of your skin,
In the tan of your colour,
In the strands of your hair.
If there's always something to behold in you,
Then, there's something to hold on to in you.
Perhaps, something that's more than
Your concrete eyes. Something that seizes the sight,
That brings calmness to the humiliating air,
That breathes life to the lifeless darkness,
That wakes potency in the budding sun.
Then, there's something to hold on to in you.
Perhaps, something that's more than
Your concrete eyes. Something that seizes the sight,
That brings calmness to the humiliating air,
That breathes life to the lifeless darkness,
That wakes potency in the budding sun.
If there's nothing to do away with in you,
Then, you must be the gold that sacks poverty,
You must be the melody in the orchestras' songs,
You must be heartfelt depth of the lyre's lyrics,
You must be the pithiness in poetry.
Then, you must be the gold that sacks poverty,
You must be the melody in the orchestras' songs,
You must be heartfelt depth of the lyre's lyrics,
You must be the pithiness in poetry.
(C) AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole
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