Touch me softly,
Like shore breeze.
Beat me 'below',
With that your,
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It is just a deceit,
For night to touch,
Our oval visage,
The dark paint.
...
I think I have,
Written beautifully
For you many...
Words for tonight.
...
The minds of the caged birds,
Couldn't be met empty...
I don't know, I am not sure...
Either blaming the creator,
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The poet in question is African from the Western part. He is Nigerian by veins and bones. He is a Linguist, with his B.A in African Languages, Upper division, at Obafemi Awolowo University Ile Ife, Osun State, Nigeria. He is a Linguist, a journalist by profession.
Poet Akinwemimo is a poet by making at the initial default stage of his creation. So far poetry is a rhythmical form of words which may express an imaginative, emotional or intellectual experience, this Poet is highly prolific and also has a vast knowledge in writing heart touching thriller and romantic novels.
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A single wick,
Of our single candle,
Can burn for years,
If just our palms,
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Sun has put light,
On people's faces.
The night's shadow,
Reflects faintly.
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