The Summer Sun
Under the summer sun
The sounding skin wears dun
Hurling the beauty gathered in the winter
Wrinkle with the hot of sun gather
Like a dry ridges undone.
Why! Why this season's life so tough?
Just like a curved nail trying to straighten with fluff
Everyone voices like foghorn
As starving grows like grass with horn
When will the summer sun slough?
No season is certain!
Time for wet and dry must attain
Don't let the time of dry break you
Focus and ready to buckle your shoe
And ready for the summer train.
Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2023
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