TO MY UNBORN

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The dew
is hope
of rain
on a
deserted morning.

The tiny rays
of the sun
under sad clouds
after a tormented rain
is a speech that
means all is well..

Dear child
my name is like
the cloud
storing up strength
before the rain-day..

My name
I promise
will be your pride….!

Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

By Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

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