
To my lover with love by Itiola Victor
In an overcrowded class
I found a friend who smiles, always
Her smile, enough to lighten my day
A shield from the draining sun
In an overcrowded class
I found a friend who smiles, always
Her smile, enough to lighten my day
A shield from the draining sun
Pgymalion without Galatea/Were I A Sculptor
If I could I’d try and sculpt a man.
I’d put marble, basalt rocks in hand,
and say “I can make this work, I can!”
I’d try and make a man out of land.