The Weak End

It was a crazy journey
That started from the arrival
At a destination unknown
The traveller wandered fearfully
The host wrapped it beautifully
The journey began strong
It faded with the clicking clock
As traveller alongside host
Journeyed from traffic light to traffic light
With crazy drives for mutual touches
The journey touched no end
It felt like walking New York to Africa
Just to birth forth desirable memories
With Unknowingly rosy and withered cover
By Prince Folorunsho, Adegoke
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