HEART OF THE WICKED


 









 AN EYE OPENER POEM BY SEASONED CONTEMPORARY POET @SIMPLYLEGACY_ORE

✍️ONAYEMI OREOLUWA DANIEL

Who owns this smile of the sun

Clusters of heavenly storm

Sparkling sharp teeth like a sword

Awaiting the blood of the innocent to suck

Angelic voice singing doom

Only the wise can decipher the tune

Sonorous sound that sounds soundless 

Only echoing sorrow to the hurt heart

The heart of the wicked beats danger

Only raging with bitterness and anger 


✍Simplylegacy

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