Seconds may have passed while minutes goes by,
Hours may have gone while each day waits by to go,
As every tomorrow becomes today,
And every today became yesterday;
Months have vanished like smoke in the air,
And slowly, quietly, eons are riched and gone.
Like bubbles that last not for always is time,
But memories are demarcations on mountain;
Demarcations that last till the mountain lives,
Every heart is a living demarcated mountain,
But your love is the demarcation in my heart;
As it curled around my heart,
And the memory of you is the blood in my vains,
Flowing to and fro my heart every minute.
-S. Arewa Olayinka
This is poem I red from http://slovepoems.blogspot.com
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