BEANETH THE MOIST KISS STONE

*BENEATH THE MOIST KISS STONE* Under nature's tree, where hope sleep, With a vast crescent that decent from the horizon, Beneath the moist stone with clear vision, I kiss the wind, wide and deep, Beneath the moist kiss stone I find my name, Though the wind carries hope, underneath I lay, In each crestfallen hours I strive and pray, And in this moist stone I feel no Shame, Beaneth the moist I stand, Strong and bold Under the nature's stone old, And in every portal hours the wind lift me above the land, *Sikiru Abdullateef oyelami ✍️ (THE MIGHTY INKER)*