The rainbow, a co-text of colours
Adorning the sky after rain.
Tells a whisper of narratives
Hidden in a mystical prose of
faction.
There would be life again
Waters will not gulp our roof
We will not float in the arc
The supreme is our love
The colours cohabit to form a bow
Teeth and tongues habit the mouth
Spices make the dish our wish
Birds roam the sky without collision
The cardinals meet at a point
Standing firmly like a winged
creature
Beauty lies in the harmony of colours
Knitted into a family bond
When we glue,
We form a bow of aesthetics.
Unshakable, we shake all walls
Falling flat, proud walls of flaws
(C) Ojikutu Shola Gabriel
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