I remember,
Golden afternoons,
Spent looking into the eyes that I trusted more than myself,
Not,
The dark grey skies,
Swirling with clouds.
-How it got this dark is just beyond me!
-Oyin B.
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Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
