These serene days, Where blue is the wind's muse And Red the sea's Fume Where white covers the skies And grey, separates the cloud from the sky These days of rushing hours, Where Men are saddened from thoughs of yore And children starving from pains of now
In these solemn days And harsh nights I will take my chances And stand Stand for what is right In these days of colors
*Ovi Odieteยฉ
I find it quite difficult to write more these days, I know the muse will come again