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Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
And one which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.

For aeon of its destruction,
Which for long, cost it its beauty,
And its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?

Absolution from the air,
And from the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation, I repaid the Acacia.

Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please answer me Mother Nature

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Date: 3/5/2016 3:42:00 PM
Adeyela,, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/7/2016 7:38:00 PM
ADEYELA, enjoyed reading your poem... HUGS **SKAT**
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