Olutayo K. Osunsan
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The Day You Were Born
The day you were born, I saw you.
Crimson like a wild flower yet to bloom,
Your white cry scrapped the silence like a mute TV.
Naked and plump, you stretched your translucent hands
Filled with blue veins to capture invisible cords.
Your eyes shut in the light and still you blossomed
Like the radiance of the early sun, making every face beam.