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My body lay on its skin
Wasting away in the woods
As my soul slumbered within
In the desert of ill darkness
Black breezes buzzed around
Whirling leaves upon me and sands
Death’s dust to dust to tend
Like the slain in the fields
So sun set ‘neath the East
Shut himself behind his door
For no face to smile at
I, too, am set in squalor
Sun’s strands again spear the dense
At the foot of the gangly trees
Unto my squalid bed of demise
You raised my soul with smiles
Yeah, I saw you through the light
Blowing flowingly like glossy silk
Like the fairy maiden of a benign heart
Into me, on the day you came back
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whao, Odimegwu Onwumere | May 19th, 2006
this poet(ess) must me a great one with time. Nicely thought words!!!
cool olawale | May 27th, 2006
this is cool; i always want to know what inspired stuff like this. do you mind sharing with me?
thought provoking Nimah Ismail Nawwab | Sep 7th, 2006
The imagery, language, rhythms and words are eloquent...
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