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The Night

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     By Kingsley Godstime
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    When the sun and cool breeze are gradually fading
    When the thick clouds starts struggling amongst themselves
    Saying to themselves "wait let me go first" and another "let me go first"
    It is just a matter of time before the sky reveals its ugly face
    .
    Soon the wind started whistling in my ear
    What a sad night
    I tried to keep at bay my fears
    Even in the lonely night
    .
    Not long there was a long watery strokes from the sky
    I need no soothsayer to tell me that it is rain
    People started running helter skelter for cover
    Oh oh, how I wish I was at home
    .
    How I wish I was at home
    Doing justice to my bed which has a special way of enticement
    But if only wishes were horses
    I will be the first to ride
    .
    The unfriendly cold is overwhelming my mild skin
    I can pass out anytime soon
    If only there's a good Samaritan out there
    Who could take me home soon.
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  • Oyin Young: Thursday, 5 January 2017 at 22:05:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime , Poems
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