Hafsat Yunus Ilham Poems

EVENING PRIMROSE
My happy days are gone.
Gave him my all and now he's gone.
Not angry but I am in pain.
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A black woman.
The color of her skin
looks like a burnt Toast
but taste like a creamy Chocolate,
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All alone I have been
And then slowly crawled in
Boredom
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A gargantuan living ash tree.
The Odin's horse and the world's tree.
At the center of the spiritual cosmos,
Connecting all else,
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For the last couple birthdays,
Before blowing off the candles,
My only wish always says;
To dwell in my lover's
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Mother nature,
mother exquisite.
The first object of attachment.
Nurturing in a way seemingly omnipotent.
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