aloyinlapa Abubakri Poems

‎Cry I cry till less the cry,
‎Shout I shout till sounds are dry,
‎If not for her then who's to blame?
‎Women are wicked they're all the same.
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Who are you when murmurs of daylight stops
When the final drop drops
Who are you when no eyes are ready to see
In the shadow with no one to see
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Away from where my sorrow lies
Beyond the veil where silence sighs
Within the vision thou still at dark
A lump in my throat yet I dare bark
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