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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
How can a heart forgive the mark Permanently, engraved for gaze? Each time I see her photographs Hanging behind walls of my heart Retrospect plays…
Like a native frying pan I am but a naked man, Ready for life contest A contest of the swift… Racing to climb the hill…
Rowdy, crowdy and busy; Yet absolutely empty. Such a pity to dwell In such a lonely city. Looking so beautiful Incredible outwardly; But within is…
Her paintings embodies … Love is free And therein her sculpture Is engraved; “The abovementioned; enamoured …Cost nothing.” How much is your love? Warm affection,…
