Lone soul (A Duet With Jasmine)
Taiwo When the sun has gone to sleep and wolves are marching to the steep Whilst evening breeze saturates the atmosphere to my ruddy mood mender I'll adhere. If tomorrow dusk comes in blue garment and lovers are adorning the twinkling stars I'll plant round my loneheart an ornament to fume and enfold my dreary scars as I've grown too cold to nurture a feeling Jasmine A lonesoul a loneheart a cactus in the desert I am an alpha in one-man pack with joy doodling on my back I'm a rock in the chilly snow Hardened and weathered by rain and cold as I journey through life's witty length the slash and squash become my strength Taiwo The ember moon knows the tale of the wolves whose hearts are frail the whirling winds he cuddles yawing to life mud puddles like the brown antique in an old museum dusty and grimy as desert dust In my heart I've digged a dungeon to bury affectionate feelings till they rus...