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Miracle of secrecy.

08-13-2019 at 01:57:47 PM

Miracle of secrecy.

You rise like whirl wind in the desert of soul,
You kept me wandering with no result.
About a year of your departure,
I met "they" the persons i kept as secret.
Now, i am like a cat exposed out of a bag.
With many decisions to make,
I leave my resolutions unto nature.
The day we tiffed, you went on a voyage
Without the knowledge to return.
Life smiled on us again
And returned us to bethel.
Though living with pass secrets,
We stick together like hand gloves
Believing that chapter of experience has come to strengthen our weakness.

OKPETA GIDEON ICHING. critics, go ahead and make ur suggestions on structures, punctuations etc. Of my poem. Thank you.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.