asaolu kolawole ifedayo Biography

I sought to love
but hate the candle-lit
burning blue to its wallow wall
of new found lover
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The twilight of death
descend lowly upon my famished soil
taking to cloud, a kiss of her breath
and futile be all my timeless toil
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When many mouths gather to mock me,
i left their sullen street
seeking for another chance at
the zero zenith zone as my tired emaciated slippers
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Now, I know the seeming truth
Behind the scene of tragic theartre
There i mock to
Unfold the mystery of falling lies
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What misty cloud to drop?
what moving ocean for quake?
what passing shadow to praise?
what man's dream to reign?
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