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 Apr 2014 Folorunsho Obalugemo
r
Steady lads
You're the farmer
You're the scythe
Sharp like a knife
They're the wheat
Stalks in the wind
Steady boys
They come again
Time to reap.

r ~ 4/17/14
Gettysburg, The Wheat-field battle, July 2, 1863; one of the bloodiest battles of the war between the states.
If only my broken heart
could remember
to forget you
After all this while,
Mona Lisa of poetry
Is still a mirage...*


© Raphael Uzor
Still searching for that almighty piece. Have you found it? Anyone?
One drop- of bright red blood
Gliding down her finger
Marking her fate
Ringing a reminder
Of that dreadful woman's hate
Now to await for true love
In the form of a kiss
Sleeping Beauty
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