The stained wind of History,

       Repeats itself ….

       On the new eve of a fresh season,

       Ripe fruits turn sour,

       And the tired leaves from the ageing tree

      yearns for a warmth with reason and direction,

      It is not yet harmattan,

      Yet the wind is choked and cold,

     Who knows what lies within the beauty of hungry hearts.

     I have picked the stains from the ancient wind,

    And placed it in an old space filled with raw energy,

   Make hay before a new storm-    FOR LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL ALBUM

Tony Tokunbo Eteka  Fernandez

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