Izon Souls Memory

kick in the walls, tears and cries is babies world, hope of rest for a crawling snail, night of shame is the youthful flight. Ijaws of old with the paddles might, violent waves in the Atlantic coast, helping heart with soul of joy. In a maiden strife at the Sea of blood, whistling pine calls in a windy day, angels spread their eagles wings for innocent child in native land. Hyenas sprawl with tigers right as waisted years are yet to come, a toothless dog is there to bite. Noah's canoe must live the shore in a rainy day as the Lord has made. I shall gaze at the open sky, as pegeons fly in ascension hour setting pace for a lonely day. by Offe Ambrose Briseimo. 08037207930