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The Journey

Dreams grow
Winds blow
There’s a dust on me
Cos I’ve been away
On a journey
To a land far away

A journey
To a land of honey
An epitome of beauty
A home to my raging fury
I’ve been away to
A land of hills
Of great vast lands
A land of brave warriors
I wished I craved
I looked I wondered
I saw it
A piece of paper almost burnt

‘One can not be a gold
Till she’s refined and made bold’

Commentary.
I wrote this poem in 2012, I can’t really recall why but I might have traveled somewhere and so becomes my experience thru my traversing.

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about