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Silence will cajole sounds into echoes. The crickets will sing to make nightfall be still in its billow. Whether the stars forsake its mantle or the fog spits on the sky's skin, the owl will dust its wing, hoot & wreathe stories into body bags of winds. When morning breaks, and steeps in, the trees will hold fragments of the dew & open its wounds to let the birds out. Bodies will yawn off the absence of sleep. The earth will gurgle urgencies of feet & the bustling screams of automobiles will drown them all.
Timileyin O. Adepoju writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He is a poet and fashion entrepreneur. He is shortlisted for Bridget James Poetry 2025, Paradise Gate Contest 2025, and Finalist 2024 Bkpp Poetry. His works have been featured in Cloudscent Journal and Iceblink Lit. Magazine, Arkore Arts, Pawners Paper Magazine, PoetryCollummnND, Poetry Club UDUS & elsewhere. He can be contacted via Instagram @timileyinad_1 or email to adepojut36(at)gmail.com.
