The ballet wings
I get an itch sometimes on the hint of meat
And I sprinkle lint like flakes
To fill my stomach, forcing it to excrete ravages
Thus is the cravings with which I am hit.
So many hurdles in tango wears heat
Like the tai-Chi of a ravaging warrior
Taking stock from the sip of wisdom's cup of ore
A fraction of mysteries from dry impenetrable ground.
To be unraveled like ripples and fountain having a tete-a-tete
To replenish nature's milk from secret strolls
To the land of treasures
To flee from Menance's tooth of fret.
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Makinde Kehinde Margret was born in Ibadan, Nigeria , in 1988. She received the LLB degree - Bachelor of Laws from the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria , in 2016. She has spent most of her life in empathy and care giving (of random people especially strangers)flowing from her personal and career experiences, for the greater purpose of growing love on every soil and rejuvenating hearts. She is a passionate lover, writer, listener and intercessor after the Kingdom of God. She knows growth is constant that yields bloom, so she continues to personally grow as she ought to and stays fixed to things of God and drawn to things of The Holy Spirit. Margret is currently at the stage of letting God direct and coach her in every area He pleasures. Connect with Margret: Email: [email protected]
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