In the urge
Deep consecrated morals emerge
With grandeur
Splendour
Of endavour
There
I gazed at secrets
Of well being
Of well lived lives
Lives that cushioned
That was scented
With olive fragrance
Kept mum
I minced no words
Ever since
Virtue
Opilo Ezekiel
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/11/2020
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