There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!
Welcome to The grey clover. My name is Mayowa. I'm a physiotherapy student. I am also a lover of Literature, Arts, Science and technology. I have several interests which includes writing poetry, photography, fashion designing and there are still much more things I hope to learn. Thanks for stopping by!
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A poem I feel is a metaphor for amorous love…!
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Thank you Mayowa… although I actually meant to write: This poem I feel is a metaphor for amorous love…! For I feel she disguised a lot of what she wanted to say by juxtaposing her female body with a garden… and thus bypass the ever-present ‘morality police’ that are the bane of poets…
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The grey clover 
A poem I feel is a metaphor for amorous love…!
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That’s another point of view 😅 I’ve never thought of it in that way, thanks for sharing
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Thank you Mayowa… although I actually meant to write: This poem I feel is a metaphor for amorous love…! For I feel she disguised a lot of what she wanted to say by juxtaposing her female body with a garden… and thus bypass the ever-present ‘morality police’ that are the bane of poets…
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