MÒRÈNÌKÉJÍ
More than I can sieve to sip
My èji,
Mixing amongst smile of seas
For you have been my kéji,
I crashed in a hive of sound steam Thy face of my ikéji
I draw your face on the wall
To visualize, èníkéji
In the mist of dusty smells
I glared at a case of beauty
MÒRÉNÌKÉJÍ