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Mar 2016
I will stand tall
Even when I fell into the valley
I will dry my tears
Even if they keep forming
My heart I heard the whispers
Like a lovers' saucy gists
Rhythming the beats of fate

Rain had visits here
Leaves but gave a sign
Killing the fire with its breeze
I pulled my sword in contest
It laughs loud at my eccentricity
It all dark, better the moonless night

The sun will set anon
To restore the luminous ray
Hurry, give to me back my shadow
Am tired of a lonely adventure.
I can tip ear the horn of the train,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to go home race near.
It will end in praise...
Written by
Babatunde Adewale  Nigeria.
(Nigeria.)   
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