The Loud Cloud
Her cloud cloud came out proud
and loud this afternoon...
do not mind the clever coward,
she will cow very soon.
The dusky wind has got
a ploy to paint the moon,
Oh watch her drift away as
the whirlwind croons!
Doubters like fraudsters
speculate on shadows
dancings to the sweet
songs of pilgrim sparrows,
you have got no raindrops
but you cleverly craft a rainbow
while you drown in a
daylight dream on your pillow
Silence to you is not
suspence
but pure pretence
your heart is immersed
in impregnable impatience.
A rose in the room you are,
ripped of her radiance;
why show up in the field,
feigning fine fragrance?
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
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