Time
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August 16, 2019
Time,
An ever-flowing river of tides
That cannot be dammed,
Streaming ceaselessly
Into the estuary of eternity.
Author – Lampe Omoyele
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Loving and fighting;
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To somewhere,
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Dear Nepa,
I write this under lantern light,
Not because I have twenty-twenty sight,
Nor that I like to strain my eyes,
But because as always
You are exerting ...
Night Sky
Livid cotton Coat Spangled with Stars, Blanketing the somnolent Earth.
Author - Lampe Omoyele
