The Poet: The Clouded Sky



Heavy wind throw wave,
we row and look up the sky,

Cloud overtake the sun,
We were amuse and mute.

We feel like it’s hurricane we
were all hurry to hook in hold up,
thunder strike, lightning travels through.

Sun fade, we panic and manic,
we run but rain never fall.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha

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