The sun journeyed into the moon
Another time to leave the ruins of yesterday
And the shackles swiveled in for aeons
It’s time to dance with the singing breeze
As it leads on to a night orchard
To climbing life’s rocks & hills
With the rainbow as a ray of hope.
Hope, now a ringtone in my world
As I am a diamond in the making
And I am gold in the furnace
Why I brew now to burn brightly later.
Rahma O. Jimoh is a poet and essayist. An ardent lover of nature and tourism. She has been published in Sub Saharan, SpringNg, The Quills, The Mamba, Poetry Pea, Hedgerow and elsewhere. She hopes her works leave footprints on the sand of time. She blogs @ dynamicrahma.wordpress.com
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