Joshua Amaefule

The sun is hot with anger
And the rain hails with shower
Mocking birds refuses to sing
The butterfly regretfully shed its wing
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Many seek me for attention
For likes and followership intentions
They stripped naked and bow for a selfie
In quest for what to please me
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Am evening of gathering
Of old and young
Hope for unsung tongue
The effect quite bewildering
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The night scents of incensed darkness
A taunting drill for blindness
Not the moon or stars to lit the sky
Except scorching cold that burns the skin dry
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Just like yesterday
The worries seems to stay
Can you pull me down
Expecting to see me frown
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Really I don't know who you are
I only met you today
Look how amazing you are
Your elegant beauty sweeps me away
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If not for invasion of the rain
Fields don't need to grain
If not feelings from a swain
Will the hart also be in chain
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I am burning with water
Am already freezing with fire
And the cold is getting hotter
Will it quench my desire
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Two bodies press,
not like paper, flat and tame,
but planets caught in orbit,
pulled by laws they cannot name.
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We are birds who've learned the sky is not the ceiling,
only the first room in an infinite mansion.

Each nest we build becomes a launching pad—
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Between Limits and Infinity

I move through life,
a point in an invisible system.
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