Ache of the Heart

by Anthony Adeseye Adeniran

The love in my soul is gone;	
As the wind blows the desert sands
Away into obscurity.	
The love in my heart is aimless,
Like a leaf adrift a flowing stream.
The genesis of this is sure;
Humans are not what I am.
Villains they are, to my heart of snow
With a sharp drik,
It bleeds tears of blood with vengeance
When shall this stone becomes soft?
When shall the retributions cease?
When will blitheness be welcomed again?
When m dead?
But in eternity;
I will relish the most.

Ache of the Heart by Anthony Adeseye Adeniran

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