MEMORY LANE BY DHP'EE
MEMORY LANE
Amidst the soft strings of coldplay
I sat gently beside the ocean
The rhymes of the music
Were as cold ice to the chin
How can I forget the logs of wood
Whose warmth sufficed the ice
Digits digits upon Dights digits
Slowly she started the tale
The drums of my ears
Played to the tune of wits
Getting viable seeds and manure
As well as my different set of inks
I explored in the land of prints
The fruits of the fertile land
Now serve as a storehouse
On which I fall back unto
During droughts and dry times
I can't be more grateful
Still on the look out though
As access to more seeds
Is proportionate to more fruits.
#OMOSANYA OMODOLAPO
#DHP'EE
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