DUSTY BUNNY
The cold wind and dust bunny,
The smell of unripe lemon,
The flying leaves from the mother tree,
The dimmed sun of the sky sufface,
The short visual distance.
I want test your cold,
And embrace my feeling,
On my bed,
I Locked the window and
Freeze for a moment.
The best season of skin shine,
Injected by fruit through a kisser,
Water melon and orange,
That glows my skin from the distance.
Oh ! Harmattan season,
Come fast and faster,
Next month or this week,
To walk alone in the island
Of joy and plastic smile.
Usman Ahmad Murtala.
13/10/2017
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