Smiles of a Palm Tree
In
the morning
I bath with the dew
from the horizon, protocol
to the heavens .At noon I warm
my self with the anger from the sun, eyes
to the horizon. At night I smear my self with the
tender breeze, messenger to the atmosphere. And when
the cloud cries I feed .At the blasts from the earth nostrils I
I breath. At the sound of the thunderstorms I dance looking
forward a memorable day .At the pour of the rain, I grow my teeth a sign
of bumper season reddish cultivation And at the winkle of the lightning, better
days are here with laughter, joy, happiness warmth ,cheers, chimes and smiles
24/4/2020
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Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2020
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