A A Umar Udubo Biography

Remember the day
We confessed albeit too late
You afar through a network and I lay
In bed talking to a roommate
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without a you
sept
ember has done it
again
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The dying—atop this burning mountain,
here,
espy not the living—beneath this fertile land,
below
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When you
Long for me (when I am not by your side)
Stretch your sight
To the blank pages of night(I belong to the shades of night)
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Is it not late
to inspire a dying man,
when he sees ethereal beings
the winged celestial lights? human beings
...