Not this though,
What we wish.
But a prevention,
Is prefered.
I wait to see,
When things,
Will fall apart.
When the falcon,
Will not hear,
The falconer.
When the rope,
That bind us,
Wil be frayed...
When our names,
To eachother,
Will be lost in,
The depth of memories.
17th May 2014.
11: 52 P.m
River Òsin bridge,
Esie, Kwara state.
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