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MIND BUILDERS - Florence Salawu
I looked through the needle eye
Into the orange eyes
I saw doors to poems
I looked at her loud beauty with the thoughts in her mind
The magic they played mesmerized the eyes, thinking and feelings
The theme, phrase, rhymes, connection and allusion all play their parts
And all her creations, makes poetic aroma
Proving her existence
Showing beauty in truth
And truth in beauty.
Their makings
Like metals through fire they melted to become one
Bundles of imperfection
Creating perfection of thoughts, as a weapon of the mind
They get refueled by words.
They fought boldly and whenever they got tired,
They drink from each other’s stream of strength,
To gather strength
Now, they’re unstoppable, tornado,
Destroying every words on their way,
To bring life to the society.
Everything revolves around you.
Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most craving
the most duping
You make us laugh or cry or shout or enjoy
You play with everyone just like a little toy.
Yet we make polychromatic words out of you.
Florence Salawu
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