WE MUST AGE WHILE THEY GROW!
By Toyin Falola As the sailor of time paddles away The soft and heavy breeze from the running tides The whistling of the deep And the splashes of the bow’s piecing of the sea Unwinding the past from their echoes. My gentle wrinkles And the grey hair transformed into scalps Tell gentle stories of aspirations […]
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