~Omele~

(Dear son daughter)

Some say we live in the small world

but it funny how the same small 

world we find it hard find the things

we dream about,

Maybe it could be truthful that these

things only exist within us.

Dear son,

Dear my daughter.

You're speaking in my soul as seed

that haven't been plant,

You're my soul but normally I call

you my child.

Because in my dreams you been

playing your part.

I dream to hold on to your flesh

every second of given time to

live,

Dear son,

Dear my daughter.

Sitting right here in this corner busy

painting the picture of how you

looking like,

This set me free beyond my pride.

These brushes have contributed a lot

in making your existence in my mind,

You're my half now.

All I been looking for these years is

a fertile soil to plant you proud.

Wait right there

Hang in there.

Today I want to give you a name which

has been bleeding through these paints

and memories,

I even gave you a title as my DIARY.

Dear son,

Dear my daughter.

Today I am giving you a name of Omele.

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