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Heart To Heart Chat

HEART TO HEART CHAT. The sun is that hot dot, Above all children of the soil. Love sounds better than Confessions from the voice, She’s the reason of the world There’s absolutely no other choice. My soul never sees the rain She trains every grain To reproduce without range. Man is neither a cage, When you sing his praise, He could shine beyond Any flame. Sand made it all, History of foot prints Hitting the ground, Is a town that’s ruled by sounds. Your feet could consume The entire field between minutes An eye always monitor The speed. Don’t loss your soul Cause you fear the unknown, When the breath finally rest, Let’s not end like eggs. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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