A Hedgehog, a Dreamer
In the scent of fresh petrichor,
I stride,
Like a star drifting in space.
Even my pointy quills,
surrender to the serene breeze.
The night’s epic glory,
Mine.
Everybody trapped in
By that rainy hour,
I see one lost like me.
A dreamer-
Gazing at the naked moon,
Bemused,
Wishing all nights be like this.
Copyright © Joseph Mjomba | Year Posted 2020
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