Dewdrop

A Poem

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He didn’t like it
when the stars moved.

Said the sky
felt safer
when everything
stayed where it belonged.

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So he watched the heavens
with suspicious eyes,
counting each shift
like a warning.

Even the smallest change;
a trembling branch,
a fallen leaf,
a lone dewdrop
slipping from dawn’s grasp,

felt like proof
that the world
was slowly becoming
something
he could no longer hold still.

©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2026
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