In the night of the eyes
Lay death and darkness
Sorrow weeps in my emotional imagination
I moan and wallow in a painful dirge
Until the civility of consciousness cures my cecity
Mayhaps all these are my surpressed subconscious fears
But in the light of the day
Springs crystal waters of the spring
Divergent rays of the rising sun
Cloud wavers about in the blue sky
Hope come to me
Like a lit candle in the open darkness
Farewell the birds come bidding
What a scenario of cooperative environ
Flowery-greenish are the fields
Hapiness becomes my nature
And Nature becomes happiness
© Attah E. Emmanuel
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