••Death in the Living quarters••
a star surrenders to the night sky
and her first miracle is to shine.
most often than nought,
man make out death to wear a black cloak.
the visitor who walks in without notice,
and walks out on the vestiges of three roads.
but death isn’t death
unless it has lived […]
Click the link below to read full poem.Death in the Living quarters — A Poem By Gift Emmanuel Olaleye