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Like a twig slowly fallen from
A parent branch. Like a load of debris
Escorting the transport of a river
Down some shady inland abode.
Like the stars that burn themselves up
To make a crash falling to the earth,
When the sun had lost its shyness
From hiding behind the mourning moon.
Or like when the Christmas melodies chimed,
And the carols harsh like the Harmattan gong.
Or when the sanguinary bandit,
At the point of reckoning,
Bursts out in tears
Saying: I am a sorrow unseen, but felt.

© Olawale Famodun
Excerpt from the book “Poems Of Redemption”
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