The waiting rain

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The light is darken 

Sending blind chill around 

As the waking rain harken


It's cool morning wash

Cleaning every swollen face 

In a future call


Forgetting every past seasons

Waiting as the coming of harvest

We unloads our burden birth


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022


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Ayeni Taiwo said…
One beautiful thing about dream is that it triggers one to the see the friendly part of life even when it is not seemingly so.

Holding to faith that keeps moving , we await yet again the coming rain.
4 June 2022 at 03:02
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