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Gone My Love
8 March, 2005
Author: Franca Adah

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Brooms in hands
Sweeping away the dust
like my love for you
come and pass like the wind

Look!oh! At the Mudhuts
With cracks all over
but sometime ago stands beautiful
but now old and cracky and falls

Like a mango tree
tender but cut down with no survival
our love for tommorow
never had a dance to dance

Rainfalls and wash away particles
yet seem never to, sliding gently
our love stood just for a while
gone with drums of our ancestors.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Britney (172.16.2.18) -- Wednesday, March 9 2005, 06:55 pm

no title

Nice. ~Britney~
kehinde (80.88.153.197) -- Friday, March 11 2005, 06:20 pm

keep it up

you are full of message endowered with talents ..pls keep it up
 
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