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IFUNANYA

While the trees dance gently..
To the melodies of the winds of sanity..
Let me, in you, get lost in this trip..
To the grassy fields of insanity..

Begun with the lustre of a smile..
Made in the valleys of care..
Mountains go to the moon to seek advice..
"What will happen when she's no more there..?"

The eyez of sheer passion..
Glittering through the fortress created by hurt.
Fires of desire scourges the trees of doubt
In the forest of my reflex thoughts..


Ifunanya..
Anointed to steal this heart..
Kept in the gardens of Solitude.
Ifunanya.
Did fate decide of this path..?
In the midst of dawning incertitude.
Ifunanya.
Will our cares erase the tears of yesteryear.
and take away the fears of another tear.
Ifunanya..
Will the elders in the village of wisdom..
Approve our journey into the forest of love's kingdom..

See me through the eyez of friendship..
See me through the eyez of the sun..
See me through the joys of tommorrow.
These torrents of affections blows me strong..

You came by my way,
the other day..
Beauty made itself manifest.
In the aura of the amorous fray.
Started in the classrooms of yesteryears..
Divine..
Discreet..
Designed..
To sweep warriors off their feet..
While my tots mope around.
Looking for salvation..
On fallowed grounds..

And while the feelings of doubt linger..
I have opened the gates of the fortress..
Created by the mistakes of my past
i have mortified my spirit to drink from this calabash..
Containing the palmwine of your sweet tenderness..

Let me then take you to the lands of Obi'm..
Where giants live, bathing with honey..
And make our hearts conquer in a bond..
Indestructible by the strongest and the most cunny.

Lets open the curtains of eternity..
And make constellations marvel..
I will make you the infinitesimal..
Custodian of the sun, moon and stars..

Then you will know..
How much you mean to me..
In drought, in rain..
You are the life i see..
Ifunanya.........

Danny El Gentledan
Copyright (c) 12th April 2014

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