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Over here we don’t say winter
Or make use of the word; summer
You might have springs and autumn
But we both fancy flowers on tomb.
We can tell, the type of season
From rays, when the sky is crimson.
Down south it pours as it rains for sure
Meaning the Sun shield its sword.
As soon as the rainy season stops
The soil dries up, and so do crops…
Seasons change, nectars for bees
We don’t feel the scorch you see;
From Sahara, Harmattan wind blows.
While you celebrate Christmas in snows.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
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