Mercy
Her lips a silent wisdom – absolved of whispers
I am lulled by their mercy – dyeing my grayed dreams
I wish to sleep forever – solaced by her kiss
Whose memory lives with me – since the day I died
I wrote this poem in the form of an Imayo.
Her lips a silent wisdom – absolved of whispers
I am lulled by their mercy – dyeing my grayed dreams
I wish to sleep forever – solaced by her kiss
Whose memory lives with me – since the day I died
I wrote this poem in the form of an Imayo.