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Abubakar Abdulkadir

Rookie (21 March,1995 / Niger State, Nigeria)

My Lady My Love IV


Your songs were the pills
That lore me with peace
To your world of love and ease

Even if i sleep
On a bed of reed
With your pills
I dream as though
Revelling in the wind

If i am to be called a prof.
Let ye be called prof too
If Titan i am to be called
Titan let ye be called too
For you are the half
That made me whole

You are the minstrel
Eulogizing in my heart
And i be the dancer
Addicted to your rhymes

Never let me walk alone
By your side
I feel like the king of Rome
In your arms
I feel much at home
Your absence
I will forever bemoan

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
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