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May 2022
Do not wait for me, beloved
on the other side of this verse
where the sun is presumed
to dissolve at eve

as a passionate lover
into the waiting arms
of the deep blue seas,

expecting me to turn
water into wine,

to resurrect the dry bones of
a love long dead beyond redemption!

No, move on, ChΓ©ri
for the butterflies have
long departed for elsewhere

leaving each lovebird to its fate,
like the cukoo bird it's young.

All that's left now are
nostalgic memories of the past

All that's left now are beggarly dreams
farfetched at deep high sea.
Emmanuel Karibi Obuala
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Emmanuel Karibi Obuala  26/M/Nigeria
(26/M/Nigeria)   
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