My water turns red like wine

Come let us dance, the reed of your dreams are ripe for eating. When anxiety was choking my veins, every fiber of my expectations plunged inside the sea of uncertainty. It did not take forever for the ocean tide to calm its nerves.

Alas! My water of anguish has turned into a wine of joy, I no longer wear disgrace as a garment. The sea has vomited my divine inheritance, beauty has redefined my life with excellence.

FROM: BULUTUTU OZUAH