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Mar 2019
I heard a voice of a roaring silence
It's depth I couldn't measure
With my fathomless mind
In this season of chilly silence

Echoes in resonances
In the abyss of mysteries
Convulsing dept in depth
In festival of detailed revelations

On the soil of my soul
The flowers are flowering
On the trees of wisdom and prosperity
Harvesting glory immortal!
Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
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