To the flowering mourning of breezy snoop
Clacking lord of brightly sage
In balling feet of resting flag
Cooking lines of precious scar
In laming height of dazzling fume
To broke pie of shuddering kind
Blowing faith of lastly due
In brisk fan of banning leaves
Clocking side of worthily prime
In mountain tap of balling hills
Brandish sort of early birds
In viz sock of flashing door
In coloring life of nighting light
In sublime sag of brand nets
Stale cough of valley yolk
In shivering cross of bagging weeps
Soldering hymns of rhyming thirst
In clutch pin of suiting yard
©️Hussaini Bukar
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