Thursday, September 17, 2015

The Singer Is Gone Comments

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That morning dews rolled
On the footpath of my cheeks
My hope shattered and my face forlorn
The pivot of my heart severed
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Babatunde Aremu 18 September 2015

When a singer is no more, there remains the echo of his vocal cord. The solace then is that he or she is listened to for ever. Nice work. Take solace in the chorus of the singer

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 September 2015

The cage is now empty. Nice muse of work with the sorrow of the mind.

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