Eden (poem)

I like to be in that place

Far from here; far, far away from here

Where things just go right.

 

In that place where good health abounds

No pain, no sickness.

 

Every day a child is born

Yet, no one grows old

Or dies.

 

Birds sing sweetly on luxuriant trees

Orchards blossom so, so well

Fruits are ripe,

Ripe so well for man to eat.

 

I love to dwell in that place

Always.

 

- Adeshina Olusanya

http://blog.myspace.com/olusanya

http://rianlewis.bebo.com

 

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