The Poet: Perfection of His Powers

Bloosom by charming air,
Bless by bosom of sea…

Fairing sailor, sails in sea,
Sound has ceased to exist.

Fair tale, in the sea that’s what
I see, sing and dance in the sky.

Narture by nature, tour afar.
I am tored by exciment of the mountain…

Stuck in staring like sculpture,
Ship fairing in the sea is incredible.
If not HE, who! can do that?
Curved and crafted by nature.

Cup of coffee, it’s my favorite.
I am catching cold by the sea side,

Tea can team up the spirit of inspiration.
Seating beside the sea, it’s awesome.

I draw the image with my imagination,
I feel better seeing the image for inspiration, not to impress, for praises…

The wonders of GOD, it’s good…
No one has guts to dare it.
It’s perfection of HIS power.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

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