Sonnet Iii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

The wailing wind,
Unconsciously in his task, touched the cloud's lip,
And she in succession resumed a curse,
Laying all venepuratives in their force.
The wind had pleaded, asked for a course of forgiveness,
But the latter's glottis had no weariness.
'My foolishness had portrayed me thus,
But let thy wisdom, cover mine like the dress'.
But yet, the cloud found no reason to stay,
Her larynx had been led astray.
Who would beseech on the wind's interest,
And have the cloud of the curses rest?
Oh! Bless heaven, here comes the yellow sherbet ball,
Whose presence, shunned the cloud, as his anger sprawl.
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