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by Ositadimma Amakeze | |
Published on: Feb 8, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6958 | |
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 « return. |