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© K.Omodele 11-11-07
Spring’s vernal fragrance like anointing dew
Blue cloud free skies, a washed and anew
In golden morn’s kiss, the hibiscus grew
From sodden nightmares, it writhed fresh - anew
Like how young lovers' hearts surge as they grew
through fences - the way hibiscuses do
Despite shoddy soil the hibiscus grew
Discarding old dreams; embracing the new
morning’s glisten, as it kisses the dew.
From the dew dampened night, the dawn arises anew; each winter
presents the promise of spring. The gift of Jah is Life.
© K.Omodele 11-11-07
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