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Jun 2020
My weary soul in
fleeting shadows of eerie dark,
quarantined in opulence
of dark thoughts!

Enveloped and sentenced into
deep silences, echoing whispers
of deep years of dark memories!

I can't really tell the number
of ghosts running shadow of dark
alleys in meadows of scary
mountains and flaming valleys.

Yet I punctured every thousands dark
balloons with blazing sun's needle of hope from the east wind, never allowed my
horizon to be submerged in the
ocean of a dark at a sundown.

It's time to leave this lockdown
and flow in the grace of constant abiding glory, and run my race into the salvation shining moon of the happiest nights, I told the dark ghosts of the dark night.

Bye bye I bid the murky night, and welcome in
my awaiting rainbow morning !
Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
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