Songs of Anisha
“The City Seeks Shelter,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
Mother moon and her baby stars
The obligatory targets of the dark
Hang their snow white dormitory
On the sharp lifeline in the galaxy
Granted communal terminal leave
Broken shadows for the early beef
On pilgrimage beneath a dead leaf
Ordained their heads with a heave
With contrary tunes from the altar
Where light beam has dark to alter
When the voices of harmony falter
In pure peace the city seeks shelter
The night coded in delicate dreams
Renewed herself with bold streams
Like sweet hearts filled to the brims
Cheering daybreak’s sparkly creams
“To Jennie,”
by Mark Twain
Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though 'tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I bend
And though it be decreed by Fate
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.
Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-
Nor shall the hand of Time efface
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.
L.
C.
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