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I wrote my pains—the ones I could give names to—on a piece of paper & folded them into a plane—of miseries. I hurled a prayer into heavenly planes. But how do you spell salt in aqueous fonts? How do you carry wilting sighs on the wings of an ellipsis? Fear is bad weather for a flight! How can you tell if god is in a bad mood & would send rain to crash your kite?
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George Zaka
17/10/2019 11:57:10 am
The imagery of this piece is deep, I love how the writer paints the picture of how we can take our pains and struggles to God in prayers knowing that only our fears can stop things from happening.
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PHELIX
19/10/2019 04:52:40 am
What an awesome read! Succinct. Profound. Thoughtful. Jide Badmus is no novice at churning out creative pieces, this poem underscores that.
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