A Heavy Flow

Money nor silver nor gold
O! Please, I do not hold

But more thousands poetic flow
So like river with joy I’ll bestow
Thee my good fellows
Just to murder thy sorrows
My stream wont cease to flow
Both in rain in heavy blow
Of hamattan also

When you meet a wandering soul
Tell him let him know
Of the succor I’ll bestow
(Que mon poem beaucoup de l’eau)
That my poem a heavy flow.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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