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Jun 2017
Let two grey turtledoves,
Clapping against the clouds,
On their backs the sun,
Be a symbol of our love.

Let a crumbling moon
In a blue sodden sky
Be a keepsake of sadness
Felt with your goodbye.

And the faithful geese from
Europe's cold winter turn
Homeward bound to Africa
So will my love soon return.
Written by
Chris Obiora  M/London, UK
(M/London, UK)   
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