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Jul 2014
I walk the streets tonight
and the faces I see are full of stress
and an endless line of open guesses
drawn across their faces like rainbows in the sky,
spread-out like leaves in the sunlight
yet frozen with fear like water during the winter cold.

So the streets are dead.
The blasting music from the loud speakers
that used to be are replaced by hums
and signal-coughs and hisses
and I am forced to wonder what happened
to the kisses and moans and songs
that once rules the streets.

Now, here I am, under the moonlight.
The stars watch me with longing eyes,
but the first rays of sunlight in the morning
bring my dreams to book like a criminal of thought.
One question I cannot answer:

whatever happened to love?
Famous Isaacs
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Famous Isaacs  Nigeria
(Nigeria)   
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     Lior Gavra and Sabrina DLT
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