HOPE POEM: "...STILL BE THE BUTTERFLY" BY ABDULRAZAK

Money I 

Dime or note,

Dim or bright in the morning,

You'll still be the butterfly 

in my stomach, intuiting and feeling 

you in the morning.

Lost and found 

That's the game I thought we're on,

Don't be lost and long gone,

Don't lame my words and desire,

Be real, just for a lifetime

and you'll be hold

Till the end of reality 

ABDULRAZAK MUHAMMED ✍️

- Nigeria 

The poet persona energises a challenged heart. The reader is advised to be be pure and the best shall come soon.