Hope At Dusk... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

Hope sat down on the dusky sun,
She swings her legs and awaits night,
While I'm drowning and in need of air,
Hope filled my lungs with fresh fragrance,
While I'm freezing in a frozen forest of fear,
Twilight anticipates my smouldering embers with light and love.

Hope at dusk appears with doomful days,
The dusty clouds grows plain with peace,
While I'm gazing from the apex of the clouds,
Hope whispered about better days with her,
When my head is hot with the sparks of hell,
Hope signed the stars with her heart shinny with the rainbows.

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