In a deep noiseless dark
I did hear all they spoke
Effortlessly, then I woke;
Floating on a gracious flake.

Garri and salt, I used to soak
Hopelessly, until the break..
Behold, grace on me took
Me, into the flames of smoke.

In the air, mighty walls I crack
Breaking into the tall blue sky;
Flying like birds without a brake,
Grace on me is real not fake.

Relentlessly, for my humble sake
Success sacks fell on my arm to take
In the turbulent dark dead lake,
Grace on me is an iceberg’s puke.

When it pours, I float to the dyke
Waterproof covered with so much like
Groceries of failure, I don’t cook or bake
Because in this race; grace got my back.

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2 Comments

  1. the imagery in your words is impeccable

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Wow! Soft words, thanks million

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