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THE BEAUTY IN SADNESS
THE BEAUTY IN SADNESS.
As the leafs still
Look Damp,
I prepare for my yam
Farm.
Who must have sold
Harm?
I meet this dying lamb,
In midst of the confused
Clan.
He shed tears and beg,
Kindly help my bleeding
Legs
I was shocked and almost
Fell,
This lamb can tell,
He would bleed to death,
The lamb is under my care,
I speck from the near by
Well,
I searched for buckets
That’s how I found myself
Here .
That lamb needs care,
I can tell his going through
Hell,
Let me search for herbs to
Cure the ailment,
While you retrace your steps
And come out of the well.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
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