Author • Oyeniyi Joshua

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May... a month of resilient blooms.

And then, May 1st arrived

On the wings of hope

Before it found it way down here.

The sky has been deepening blue,

And thick

Like the dry dark forest, unsure

It will thrive

As the rain goes on strike.

Even the sun was no longer having its siesta

At the noon of the day.

You could see

Its' fading white print,

Little by little,

Get crushed by the blue.

The blue was stronger,

And fierce, like the wolf!

Vicious like a spider;

A Hitler that never missed,

But spreading spotlessly DARK.

Yet, it was in this moment

That the sower' seed that fell

Under the concrete ground

Saw her spring; broke grounds

And almost like yaaaahhh,

G-loomed;

To be the magical tree

That rekindle the light.

When It May's

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