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Obtuse visions,
I built up an Air Castle…
Or scribed words beyond my
Understanding;
If abashed my shells will be… Why try a swim?
See this creature cry for the capricious moon and mocking me
Far away is…
The Sun
Behind obscured skies
I am a Dreamer
I see life as BLACK and WHITE
But, the Rainbow thinks I’m naive
I’ll sigh under the
Promise of her
Garment.
So colorful…. Yet
Unfulfilled
…and perchance,
The Nightingale comforts,
With serenade at
Supper time.
Written by: Olusa Femi Folahan
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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