• und1sputed 11w

    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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