Just A Morning Poem

Like an early bird I am oft soaring in day or nightsky chirping chatting and singing in utmost glee, happiness, sadness or love in my movements I praise thee above this forsaken galaxy is oft at war one thing I´ll never understand I told my Lord even in poetry I met some poets by chance reading their loveliest poems sans their appearance some odd things I can never comprehend though their words I fully understand if one poet is lost or has gone away I surely know that the poet is still at bay he denied an internal love affair my recent travel to Ghana, sans news a flair vanished from the poems-hunter´s ground just like in an obsolete merry-go-round we must stick to the poetry art abound knowing such subtile event these odd things my mind can never comprehend just be faithful to the art of the word fleeing for love is so absurd eagerly I hope your heart won´t be hurt from a senior to a junior, hear my words.... Pipi AD. Tuesday 26th June 2018 - @ 8.58 hrs.AM