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Sunday 27 October 2024

Where naught is still - Bayo Akomolafe

Oh! to speak of worlds hidden in magic sight
Lost between a whisper and a sigh
Up in fiery wings a phoenix takes flight
Behind the appearance of a bird’s morning cry
There is more than what meets the eye
There are new suns in the wounded why
Would that the dreamer climb lowlier till
She arrives into the throbbing places where naught is still

Bayo Akomolafe (born 1983) Nigeria

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