This Night by Prince joe

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Ńí Àlé yi-This Night
.
The cloud swish slowly to
a peaceful resolution,
Flattering its tails,
With a rhythmic swirling,
Of sleet which destate.
The catchy of cloud
got darkness grinning,
For dews dropping here,
And there.
Roof drumming,
Building perfumed,
With plague.
Just for this night.
It all went like a twilight,
Owl gazing the legs
Of our shameless,
Mark drawn as a signal.
Just this night.
Still on bed woolgathering.

As Written by:
Adeniran Joseph
   Prince Joe
      2017
[POETRY IS LIFE]

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