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Sunset

Clouds float, birds fly away

A family of rodents rush home

The airs dry, so ends the day

But the night was just starting

The wind quietly blow about

Trees welcome the disturbance

Heavens Providence, fine sun set

Happy times, sweet melodies
The dark parts of the firmament

Reminds of the travelling sun

Going, moving to where she sets

The grey lines, silver,  punctual
We stand wondering where it sleeps

Why the breeze came without

Why strangely, we miss the sun’s help

But then that only is known to God

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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