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Keys and Strings

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Astonished I am

By thine comely grace

Lush green leaves swaying in the breeze

All hang their apex in jealousy

When you walk by

The midday sun is it as hot

As your cool beauty.


Awesomeness is your birthright

Omidan,

Arẹwà

Ọmọge míì.

I don't know how to play the harp

I'd have sing to you

With the strings.

And I can't play the piano

I'd have made you blush

With the keys.


All I know is lines

I hope my lines are strong enough

To reel you in.

To me,

Mine and mine alone.

There is love in sharing,

But I can't share my love.

I'm the sole proprietor here. 


Ridwan Akinkunmi Àjàgbé.

Abu Marwan (Sophocles) 


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