Tola Fola Olowolafe Biography

It is not the golden evening sun
on the green fields that bridles the
eyes of the lonely soul in February.
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My love
at the palm of your hands,
my lot turned to beggary.
you tend to say- always
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She met a Renegade on this
ride going north.
His reckless soul has no leash, belonging to no one, not even himself.
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