by Ademola Adejumo

Created on: June 06, 2008   Last Updated: March 05, 2012

The wind whispering through the
trees and all the forest trees
trembling on the branches.

A heavy pregnant greedy storm
clouds pressing down on me,ready
to crush my soul in the California
clouds that we used to share.

Like a leopard lies in wait near my
window to tear me to pieces if I
venture out.

Each of these greedy jealous clouds
has a silvery lining,high misty
California misty clouds obscuring
the stars,

racing in the wind from California
horizon obscuring the stars,heavy
pregnant storm clouds grant me my
dream,am innocent.

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