Towards The East - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Craving the pulse of newness and
freshness of hatchlings,
dawn opens wide its door.
Towards the East,
the paterfamilias' familiar terrain of open lineage;
a lone pendant smiles.
It holds aloft, the cemetery bliss,
opening buds of petals and re-greening blades
with integrated systems of silence.
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