Tone: Drone of anticipation

Tone: Drone of anticipation

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Red shades on the gown she wore
Ushered affection through the door
That we sat nearby like five and six
Driving round town in such a bliss
The rain noticed temperature rose
That it fell slowly to water the Rose
The day was fast in all we did
Alighting with bye, faces we hid…
As we strolled into different homes
“Grin grin…” telephones rang loud
Making love calls that blew the mind
Gifting our hearts all it seek to find
Over phone we talked of tomorrow
Hence I had to wait for it to roll
Before I can grab the bull by its horn
So I slept deep as the moon waxed on
Sweet I dreamt about honey and beehive
Only to wake up at eleven forty five
Thinking the cock had crowed for dawn
But my heart was on anticipation drone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu