• favour_aigbona 22w


    Walking home briskly,
    But hands tucked in my pockets
    Everyone journeyed toward home
    I looked up and saw the setting sun

    Mother Nature called together her children
    Bugs, Beatles and all the creeping insects
    Crawled slowly or rather sluggishly
    The ones that survived the smashing of the day
    Were somehow greatful for the end of another race