Lonely Moon (Poem by Ayanda Akinyemi)

When under the scorching sun
On a lonely noon 
That I lay myself down 
Just for a while 
Before I set to go

The wind in a gentle pass
She doesn't pass in a hurry 
Hushing the birds on a tree top
From one branch to another 
Singing for me in a loudest cry 
When I stop my stories in between 

Perhaps to make me finish them 
To close them before I go 
Not to take them back home 
The unending stories I tell
The loneliness it brings afterwards 

Weezdam 🖊 

Editors Comment:
Satire Editor 2: This is a good poem.
The author's style is great.
El Cypher: This is a great work.

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