Rest

Roses have their beds
Ants have their hills
Birds have their nests.

I have no rest.

Do give your heart, my dear
Let my love dwell there,
Have some rest.

Then, my soul will rest.

I shall feel free.

Look! In the zest,
I must show the crest
Hung across your breast;
Let's soothe the chest.

- Adeshina Olusanya
(From: HEARTSTRINGS) (C)2005
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