A Clumsy Heart

Soar high, make me happy!

Awe, I’m happy, you know why 
Beauty, grace
Freedom, a test of fate 
Pigmented , reaching the hills 
Rising from walls, soils and moisture 
All sprouted from yesterday 
Now rising, in all dominance 
Unshaken, but motile 
Young yesterday, now a smile. 

Victoria Olajide 

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