A beautiful dream flaps his wings and spreads it like a peacock
Till he reaches the end of the earth and perches on the evergreen leaves
He blends his hopes as high with the orange lines
Awaiting nothing less than a bountiful wealth for a harvest

But a horror night speaks nightmares
when the dreaded fear reaches the mountain's climax
Then burns down the greens and blinds the only windows to the hut
Midway hopes cry for a shower and their voices reach nowhere

But their voices spread across the plains
Shrills of fear but a plea and a reminder
The contractor of the collapsed walls
So fallen hopes weep to soar and awake dead dreams


© Olivia Nutifafa
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