And again death brings it's daggers my doorsteps, stripping me off my solemn morning joy.....RIP (TUNDE KAYODE).

Though it seems like essence lies in your abode
And the peace of humanity escapes through your window,
Though your sting is a myth and hallowed
And the fresh beauty goes yonder below

Horrified and mystified are we left
Pondering the true goal of life
Maybe as we search within the depth
Answers will come with the strife

Sometimes I'm down and I cry
Some things will come and go
But your tempestuous rally ride
Leaves me on the sand of time to spread my toe

Deadly is your fang oh! Death
Firm will my grip be on eternity
And though your scars be laid from birth
My beauty will come with divinity.


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