At the bank of the sky,my heart awaits you;
The camel at the beach roaming freely like a bird;
The eyes sinking into the mouth as I hurt badly.
It isn’t the flavor of the earth but the blood
That flows from the eyes that shows my pain.
Sitting right in front of the mirror trying to reach your shadow;
The memories coming forth and back like a volcano;
I couldn’t see beyond the oasis of your fake promises,
Your sweet talk taking me through furnace of backlash;
As I await for your mist promises,
Searching for your face in the mirror,
It’s just like I’m reaching for a MIRAGE!
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Written by Adegun Wuraola