Joy Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Like a rigid hill she stands
With her naughty look-
Pouting and smiling,
redish chin, yellowish skin.
Looking like the new moon,
striving to get her strength,
and bursts out bright,
beckoning to eyes to
behold and see.

Most time, i followed them-
even her stealthy eyeballs,
turning 360 degree, like
a lonely strained compass.

Even if sadness had taken me on a mile,
Her physiognomy did make me smile.
Sometime, i'd said to her:

'You know, sometime you seem funny! '.

Again she pout.
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