Castrated by grief and depression;
of how cruel life has been,
Of tender innocent souls—gone behind
And of youth itself—past,
Of blush smooth cheeks which fades so fast
And the little few whose spirits climbs over
The wreck of temporary happiness—
Of mortal cold souls under the service of death,
Of the eyes which cry not for others
And dare not cry for his own predicaments—
Of the heavy tears, which it’s fountain gushes
Like the long Nile.

And as the gentle breeze touched my trouble soul;ji
All my nagging and persistent sorrow faded away
In a light sentimental mood—
Illuminated by the awareness of the small insects
That glow green and wink at night,
My heart tums slowly as the crickets chirp
And as the big eyed owl hoots to the full moon
Hanging up above the deep dark sky amidst
The shiny stars, singing the songs of farewell.

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Aderinoye Martins Festus Adedayo (Pen name as festty¶) is a graduate of Federal College of Education (Special), Oyo. He studied English Language / Sgt. He is a book worm, a natural psychologist, a crazy and mysterious psychic. He was named 'The Inspired Idiot' after the great Sir. William Wordsworth. He is also a teacher, a photographer and enjoys talking to books more than to humans. He's partly stupid, partly paranormal. He digs everything—secrets, studied occult, mysticism, talks to the air and enjoys being around nature.


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