IFE-MI Consulting subtle drums Visiting high smoking hills Legs deep in ever flowing rivers Listening to the soothing words of Ifemi The trees whistling The birds singing The skies drizzling But none is dazzling like Ifemi Her heart beats in sonorous music Her eyes blink in lovely frequency Her love can’t be bought in any currency She’s my help, my Ifemi In search for a help meet I have found the help fit One sweet without deceit To be called my Ifemi In delay my heart lingered In pain my heart pondered Sending questions to great yonder Asking if Ifemi will ever be mine
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 10:49:40 +0000
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