Osisami Michael Poems

These black breeze,
The works of our hands has
Succeeded in taking lives we couldn't let be!
There's no fire without smoke
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At the very second that lapsed
My stay in the womb,
The cot, the odour of safe delivery
The medicines' puffs in the atmosphere here and there
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Roses placed in vases
The purple coloured bulb
Billowing aside the wine bottle
A sparkling illuminance with the moon in the background
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