Poems from Olomo julius oluwarotimi
Flee from me you tongues of roses
Flee from me you beds of flowers
Depart from me you cup of wine
For behind all this roses and flowers
Are...
how beautiful can the rainbow be,
it must give way for the sun -
comment beau l'arc peut être ,
il doit céder la place pour le soleil
WHen did england become a bed of doubts?
When did the queen become captain of slave in suits?
When did the mirror become interested in...
Upon shigionoth I ran
When I saw everlasting mountains
When I saw perpetual hills
On my journey of life
Mountains !hills!everlastingly...
Hmmm,
I love you
I miss you
I will die for you
I will do anything for you
Hmmmm
And upon the laps of my friend you slept
Upon his chest you...