Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 3 Issue 2 May 2005
 

 

I AM
by Kola Tubosun


lost in thoughts maze and twisting lanes as I seek a swift leeway to more pristine plane See amidst this famous storm one last lost muse, in turbulent repose. Loose me now when hope beckons in wide breaths.

 

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