The heads of fingers
Loaded
With tons
Of adoration,
Caress
Soft the strings sweet of harp
To send free
The sound of dreams
That metamorphosed
The atmosphere
Into the white zone
Of heaven,
Like the sea still of blue
Dorned in light
By the beam bright of sun.

Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

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