Poetry

My Night Bride

This moon this night I adore
In my solitude beholding her face
Like a new bride smiling in her wedding robe
The gentle breeze of the quiet night
Injects my naked admiration
While, the beautiful moon whispers
“Do you like the night”?
I like the night that illuminates
Like day at dry season
I like the moon at her full size
When all have left for their mats
The covering cloud has cleared
To let my beautiful bride show
For who takes pleasure beholding her

                                                 ~Olatubosun David

                                                   Ilupeju Ekiti, Nigeria

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  1. The words from the elderly