Sonnet I Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

The light visited the light atmosphere,
Carressed it's debt and then left there:
The light left with a loathsome goal,
Before approached him was the foe.
The east wind put on his spectacles,
Travelled through the dale in search of the light. By oracles:
To mend or mar her, he sought,
Else his art will avail to nought.
There and then the light had perceived an omen,
And in complaince threw in the towel:
For the wind would not take a plea-
To beseech the lion is better to throw with him fist.
Thus, did the light avert the fury:
For all efforts were to send the light away off her duty.
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