You rise like whirl dust in the desert of soul; You kept me wandering with no resort,
About a year of your departure, i encountered " they" the persons i kept a secret.
Now, I am exposed like a cat ina bag,
Left with many decisions to make,
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Write comment. Such a nice start, Okpeta. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
i will, thank you.