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The Prodigal Writer – Akinbobola

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My hands plead to write once again.
The depth of thoughts within me
All desiring an ink to express.
Now before me stand images,
Both good and wrong crying for value.

I’ve been away from this platform
Long enough to forget
What my intention tells my attention.
The relationship of my soul and spirit
Blows hot on my will to write again.

Exalting, this peace I feel now.
All over my head, calmness.
This is right, I got it and know
It’s a realm of fullness.
Here is me, before the sheet and ink.
Beaming! It’s me once again!

Akinbobola

Akinbobola writes from Lagos, Nigeria.
[email protected]

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My hands plead to write once again.
The depth of thoughts within me
All desiring an ink to express.
Now before me stand images,
Both good and wrong crying for value.

I’ve been away from this platform
Long enough to forget
What my intention tells my attention.
The relationship of my soul and spirit
Blows hot on my will to write again.

Exalting, this peace I feel now.
All over my head, calmness.
This is right, I got it and know
It’s a realm of fullness.
Here is me, before the sheet and ink.
Beaming! It’s me once again!

Akinbobola

Akinbobola writes from Lagos, Nigeria.
[email protected]

Credits

Written by:  
Olalekan Joseph Owonikoko
Rhoda Robinson
Roseline Owooseeni
Produced by:  
Ayo Alade
BeatbyMaxxie
Cover Art:

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