Oluwole Olawale Michael

No matter how miles we share apart
No matter how cunning the world
Might spanned around
No matter how late it could be
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The beauty of an African woman
She could swim gaitily in the pool
She is blessed with crown of beads
She is so simple in her glimpse
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My love is as rare as reality
Many ears snoop to the fact
It is a lyric of many hearts
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I was in a hollow
Where i heard the sound of dancers
The sound of happiness, joy, and pleasure
Why dancing all together?
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Cry cry cry
I've seen cries of many bruised faces
Tears, bubbles of the eyes
And, coma I've seen of the wounded hearts
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In the hour of my painful pleasure
When frustration juxtaposed my hands
Even when I trudge through the street
Through the rabbles and itching of the night
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The highway took time to watch
To view how you farther up
And towards me dwindle guttering
My lips closed dim
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I dreamt of the beautiful day
a day when gorgious garment were worn
d-day when two hands juxtaposed to become one
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Does anyone knows
where love flood from?

Does anyone knows
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Does time taking worthwhile?
It takes little time to confess
One’s feeling to Everest lover
How can I be isolated in a valley-hollow regime to whisper
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I have seen many birds
But peacock is different
I have seen many snakes
But the bead-like snake is the most
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The old haggard motherhood
Would succumb her son's belly
And whisper a song of dignity
But the world'd dance like masquerade's
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Oh my darling, sweetie
How I wish we are together
Just the way toad be a cloaked
Oh! My slip gushed out
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You are still the one
I remember when I got you
Where there's no words to express feelings
Where only the moon and stars at night
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Is everyone who falls in love stay in love?
Is everyone who was born not die?
Is everyone schooling finished it?
Is everyone racing finished the race?
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The man could remember the days
When he was teeming among his friends
He could reminiscent the ages
When he got the knowledge
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Life is beautiful and glamorous
Only if you can hold the future
A dreamer could designed his own destiny
He could pictured the good things of life
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I couldn't know how to hide my feelings
I couldn't know even how to put it on the surface
It comes like an appetite that has never come to asked for food
It is like a rain that has never pattering on me
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We don’t listen to our elders anymore
We wants to teach them how’s done
These days we’ll lack courages
That bring us low to respect them
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He worked his strenght out though
Combination desire’d drowned on him
He worked the day out sunningly
Too hot to scream the horn of tiredness
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