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There is a long, smooth curve of desire
That wall the parallel of palisade
Each steps of man is a red marker
That identifies the other side of time

The dark velvet sky brings no hope
Nights have become scary
The moon no longer reflect
The stars no longer twinkle
And the Sun, has lost it’s ring of diplomacy

Hope is the vacuum between each metaphor
Of time, existence and blankness
But glory can be built within
If this blankness could be filled with desire

Myriad of emotions have taken their toll; they seem too near
Diamond like tears reflecting the blankness in the mind
But hope can be resuscitated
If this hole of dark emotions could be filled with desire.

Memunat Alli and Bada Yusuf Amoo

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.