My Fantasy
Lot of rivers flow through cracked channels of my humble mind
As I swim through my broken heart
I felt so disturbed and sad
Then I asked is love an illusion?
Roses glow right n front of me
As I stretch my hand to touch of her spotless flowers
The beauty dried right in front of me
Will I ever be in love I cried
As I journey throw my broken heart
Alas alas a bright Rose appears from afar
It's beauty like the Mediterranean silky milky linen
On the back of black Chaldean maidens of pure beauty
I saw her smile towards me as I cried
With my hands stretched out to grab are ebony long slender sweet hand
I woke from the sleep I fell into
Then I cried Ogechi it's not really fair
I guess u like being my fantasy
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