To Mother Nature all beings return'
To metamorphose into new form.
Yet, more tears of mine are left to run
For—a soul risen to the ranks of gods
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Millions tears shed; and nothing accomplished,
For your love falling on needles and thorns
The invisible fire your body flamed
Now left me to winter's plights, ripp'd and torn
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I have been mindlessly unfair withholding my fair thoughts;
That you deserve the best of gift found between skies and Earth.
Such worth if to be weighed in the finest of men, I fell short.
You alone and your glorious possessions I have exploited in my writs
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O freedom how subtle you're cast
If one's freedom starts where other's ends,
Therefore, are you truly pure and just?
Smiles to my foes and frown to friends
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Oh Please I am missing Marbella!
The sunny coast with endless summer
Or at its low is spring in Winter
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In summer's court intrudes autumn's grey
If earth's cards you failed to shuffle with care
In autumn's sky, spring's hand drew its bow
If above more smokes you emit in air
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A heart in form
Wins a love
One day of storm
Greys it all
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Nkiti! Nkiti! ! —In vain I insist.
Ikuku ama n'onya — when is air caught in snares?
If you must beat the gong; awake too the deaf
Where distance ears vibrate upon your cast, duel
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Like scaling mountains without rope,
I sailed on a journey with Hope
To all destinations, our fates
Passing through horizons of hates
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