by Emperor Omorogiuwa Edionseri
Published on: Oct 24, 2007
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Type: Poetry

like the beauty of the sun
so is the one that brings him sun.
but now she goes
or by him slips.
will the donkey bray?
where will be the sun-ray?

who's the center of yours?
though little but holds all thus.
he'll be
the option to be.
but may the sun always shine.
may the grace always be fine.
he'll miss her more than can express
but still prays she'll never be less;
cos that's what will break his heart
talk of the toughness of the heart.

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