olumide emmanuel Poems

The soul departs, the body is dreary
As she comforts him from life's weary
A blind has no fortune of his
Except a help to grant his bliss
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Gorgeous Damsel of all cynosure
What plague has befallen thee, no cure?
Thy beauty's match meets no defeat
For no other sister has got your feat
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Demonic, tormenting thy companion,
Lurking to entice for a union
Unwelcome visitor will, but decline
Misery stays for good, not mine
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