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Weather: Cloudy
Title: “Till tomorrow comes”

The rain made a show without a dark cloud
Home called members of the crowd
Forcing everyone back to their shell
While i saw through this hell.

The apple of our eyes, i sang
Citrus burst, your common slang
Until the bubbles burst
And my heart died of thirst.

Love is a sacred thing
It lives, sings, and dance to sound from a string
Till the morrow is certain
I’ll hold high my mouths curtain.

Victor Oyedele