Death
Bright lanterns
On a hill far away
Laden with green
Call to me
Out of dusk's shadow
Crawled dawn unnoticed
Leaving me out of time
And place
Tears, my estate should be
But welcoming lanterns
And voices of children
Told me I was home
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2020
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