DEATH WINS

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                                           29/06/24.
        BY OLUFADE RIDWAN OLADIPUPO  

            

A gloomy night was it indeed
Isolation fuels the dusk lantern in the sky
Well humans are meant to die someday
For we are freaking ephemeral
We came through validation
And leave through vanity
Our smiles of appreciation land in quagmire soil.

Yabbing echoes of menacing darkness
Stinging the dint of lightness for jubilating sand.
alas, ruined is the beauty at eyes
And roving shadow diluted
by hovering clutch of death.







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