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-Tokoni O. Uti.
The swelling of the waves has begun its reprising.
With the swerving of the board as the water is rising.
The feeling of motion is kept in safe and vault.
The air is lingering with the smell of salt.
We are blurring the line of sea and land.
With riding of waves and prints in the sand.
The joy of courting the sun is one to keep.
As is the glazed glory of flying over the deep.
Turned up feet and nothing to do.
Turned down energy with nothing to prove.
Sweet longing finally fulfilled.
Activity is inborn and often unskilled.
My lazy days are filled with consolation.
With the illegitimate child of celebration.
Heads are raised on silver platters.
Hear her call your name with laughter.
Let her songs play you through the night.
Come to where love takes flight.
Follow her steps through colorful symphonies.
Stray your heart through happy epiphanies.
Release your mind to the miracle of today.
Paint your soul on the canvas of renewed rain.
Let your feet glide.
And walk through the open tide.
The hunting wolf is quickening its pace.
The blades are chasing in a never-ending race.
Disillusion is a friend that wants embrace.
As ointment for wounds that may never be erased.
The diamonds in the rough are making their beds.
Ignoring adventure for submission instead.
The undecided are caught in the middle.
Preoccupied with the mystery of riddles.
By Tokoni O. Uti.