In the secret
In the early hours of growing uproar
I’ll not in solitude look at the face of the sun
Because there lies our running jaws –
Be it day, be it dark, be it under a praising flower
My hair will never kiss drizzles
For when it does… Ah!
My love for you will revive like watered pumpkins
Maybe nature – perhaps differences cleft the glued bond
Maybe you, maybe I did unconsciously
Maybe I rolled blindly into a stationary train
Maybe you waxed in swollen pads
But look, put your ears to the winds
Like the curse of cursed birds – you might perceive
This might be the last
Or stones will gather thriving moss
I’ll not again write of you
In these words lie my resolutions
Written by: Goodnews Mememugh Karibo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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