agathonscribe

My love to grow now grows weak as week departs from month, The love to be of help Could not help me To help my helpers We live up beyond leafs But they leave me as leaf Am Standing in the Forest Opened

Against the tides of I move I strife for excellence The wind blows hard against my temple The whole world is against me now Shadows trail behind me I wish I were a lion, that my roar will be heard across

Hello Steemians, I am agathon a body of poets in Nigeria. I'm glad to be on a platform where quality contents is appreciated and writer's skills are celebrated. Joining this platform has made me realised