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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