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When the heart echoes-throbbing silence;
When love blows the wind we fail to catch,
What can life be?
When my youth swirl and sing aloud
The song of a lonesome beggar;
When none heed to my desperate call,
What can love be?
When the bees woo the flowers,
And the flowers succumb;
When the sky kisses the edges of the earth;
When I watch the rhythms of goddesses pass me by,
What can I do?
If I feel shame of my habitual effigy
Who should I blame?
If I was a boy
I would blame that I am coy.
Now that love passes and pulsates,
Now that I am young and strong,
In spite of fear and delusion,
I am obliged to catch her with all that I am!
About the Creator
Louis Obarike
Loving is living!
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