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Favourite Accident | Download Sweetness: a collection of poems


Title: Favorite Accident
Book: Sweetness
Author: Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
Price: 200 Naira
Format: eBook

[Favorite Accident]

Sweetness,
I had stumbled into that day
all fresh and fly.

I had told that man in the mirror
"Hey buddy, wear you a smile"

And like after storm rainbow
I stepped into the day
All fresh and fly

The roads were smooth
No single gap tooth of potholes and sharp bends
No traffic lock, no gunmen
yet the instant I saw green light
I rammed headlong into your arms
shattering my windshield of teary eyes
eyes left teary by past affairs.

The engine of my heart was ablaze
with fiery passionate flames.

It was no bus stop
but there my search found a door
whose lone lock match the key to my heart,
met it's happy end.

The day I met you was my favorite accident.

And even today, Sweetness
I love those injuries

I wish ne'er be healed.


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