night cowardly hid its veil
the clocks tick, I existed once again
sold a lovers kiss
picked up writing and misplaced words
made a friend, lost fifty
didn’t save
Knelt before an altar and then serendipity
About the Author
Ezeajuo Somadina is a writer from Anambra State but resides in Rivers State, Nigeria. He is someone who believes solely in art, its wonders and muse.
