Only to you, Ajiun
do I shed tears that only the clouds can wipe
The honour could also be
for a many-splendored god
Even then, Ajiun, it will be a ruse

I am bewildered
by the sound of your silence
Drips from your depressed trees
feed my thirsty heart

Tonight, Ajiun, I will seek your love
down the valley of doom
provided your rushing dews
flood my thirsty throat

the vulture of tranquillity
bears me witness that my love
for you is never a joke

Follow me down the stream of luck.
where roses speak
and ‘windy’ flows sing soulful songs
while I dine with destiny

Even though in the dark of night
I hunt faint hope
at dawn, my soul will rest
after I have caressed your hurtful beauty

Written by: Ayomide Festus
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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