THE SAWMILL IN ALASKA


The land i never visited,
Calls unto me like a demon’s aura,
Taunting me with the aroma of
pleasures.
Alas! My journey to Alaska.
To the city where the sawmill
speaks;
And birds chirp in providence.
Marauders flourish in its
ambiance,
Salvages munch the remnants of
defiance,
A city for love amidst mills.
Alaska! Alaska! The definition of
wishes.
Thou exist as a sawmill of
justice.
My regards to the city with
wishes.
Cool breeze slapping passers-by,
Winter stepping aside for spring,
And autumn relaxing on the
terrain.
Alaska! Alaska! The definition of
wishes.
Just to see your sawmill; I
journeyed.
Far from my mind, through my heart
with art.
The sawmill in Alaska.
Bright and beautiful the shavings
of soul,
Poured around the city of wishes.

Written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com

EMPTY NOISE

October 22, 2016

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