In the company of my shadow I walked under the crying sun
The crying sun shedding tears profusely like a father who recently lost his only son
With every drop of his tears sinking deep into my poverty befriended skin
Every nature stood in silence and still in anticipation of breeze
And here I am roaming the street of Oranfe with ease
Enjoying the songs of sorrow of the sun as it feeds on the tonic of my fellow humans in their farms somewhere in my country
©ABSOL
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