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For Sylva and Gold

A parting prayer for my brother and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Kayode/Wuraola Dasylva.
May God's stunning sun brighten your day,
His whispering wind, your sorrows blow away.
May His bounteous grace steer you on your way,
Until you have arrived a frontier of no dismay.

No phrase is capable of deconstructing my sighs,
For my thoughts have reached the blue skies;
Heavy enough to wet the palate of my eyes,
But I'd rather they generate that note that never dies.

With a heart so cold,
I offer my note to Sylva and Gold,
Which I believe can never be sold!
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Published: 9/7/2015
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