Thursday, May 19, 2016

Agarau Adedayo writes


You are a cloud 
you move.

You are a cloud 
You open the sun to the world;
You are the harbinger of my smiles

When you taught yourself the rudiments of living 
Like clouds,
You became clouds—dark clouds 
You drop down tears packed in cascading silences, 
Surging eyes trembling of memories and I remember 
You used to be clouds that I rode to heaven.

 Eye of the Beloved

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