To give a gift that keeps on
giving,
I make a move to keep my pen
bleeding.
Until words slide off the
page right thro the brain,
As your feelings bind and turn
pain into gain.
And the season is ripe.
And the reason is right
To attack you with love this
one mo’ time,
And drown your fears in joys
of yuletide.
To translate a scene from my
heart to paper,
I grope for words that’d flow
much deeper.
That long after the paragraph
is read,
The vibes will keep your feet
sure on the ledge.
Akpan
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