Good Morning

The morning, the smile of the Eastern glow
Awakes me by the sweet singing birds in the sky.
The gentle wind covers me entirely clinging on my follicles
As fresh waters washing the aftemath of a long horror night.
Over the oceans of fire I'm now out.

When I was in the darkest valley, I was covered under a wing of refuge.
It was a miracle!

Okidi Gabriel Ronald
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