Don't look for me,
I've lost my toes in the wood,
Where no man can reach
Nor the woman with wings.
For love I take the quest,
Looking for a tulip to plant
Beside the door of my heart
And sprouts out impeccably.
I want to look like a baby before my mate
Exhaling fragrance like sunflowers
Glowing like the ray of moon
And stay healthy just like a mountain.
It's hard, but possible for love,
This mission is like a hill on a turtle
And wide like Ton 618 in space,
But, for love, it is ABC.
Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN ✍️
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