Àríké

Walking down the streets of Odínjo
And then you called my name like it was yours
Mesmerised by the sound of your voice
I soon forgot I was tired, lonely and lost
Rays of hope shining on my path
Blood rushing through my veins
As I wondered what you'd look like
In my head I painted so many pictures
But every image was short of perfection
Not until I saw your reflection
An aura of grace and love with precision
All embodied in this vessel whose worth is invaluable
And then I heard again, this time softer and milder
My name is Àríké.


25/01/21
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