She prophesized I would miss her.
Just how much, she did not say.
Now, here it is not a year, yet, gone by,
Writ verses about her bring a tearful eye.
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Love prophesy come true. Beautiful..Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole