EDGE OF GONE

A beautiful sun rises

colouring the eastern horizon

with warm orange trails-like

routes like a super highway

slowly they extended out

and soon they will disappear

 

Hot is what I felt

upon a ray on my face

for it has shone on the globe

bright enough for the blind

to feel it harsh brightness

for that is its nature

 

The cocks had already awoken

and built grudges on graining hens

but who will tell the owner

for that day's layer

for a lunch is gonna be a meal

and broiler become the stewed meat

 

Orange is the colour

painted on the western horizon

for the sun had gone

and soon shall settle beyond the darkened walls

for the moon to bring out her shinny children

twinkle-stars is who their mother call them

 

The hens are calling for their chicks

doors shut behind the unhappy families

the elderly waving tall tales

to the young naive minds

it is a nightfall again

And dreams shall be awake again.

 

                 #Okelopieces

 

 

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