Izuchukwu Onyedibiemma Udokwu Poems

If love is holding your hand and not know when you leave,
Then love is evenly pulling you to me,
In a room stale with tired air,
And kissing your burning lips.
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I'm scared of this kind of forlorn.
It has thawed the solid walls of my doorway,
Walked right into my interior,
Skinning my colours, gashing my facades, drowning my basement.
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Tengo miedo de este tipo de abandono.
Ha descongelado las sólidas paredes de mi puerta,
Caminé directo a mi interior,
Piel mis colores, destrozando mis fachadas, ahogando mi sótano.
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