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The Antelope and the Mahogany Tree
It looked lost and lonely,
Probably searching for its kind,
Will hope aid it to find?
Its home seems to have been invaded.
The tree is bare and naked,
It displays feeble boughs,
It seeks solace from its ambience,
An ailing credence.
They stand beside each other,
The former, the pride of an agile town,
The latter, the bloom of an evolving town,
They stand in the shadows.
The sun sinks before them,
The moon takes the stage,
The former goes in search of a room,
The latter casts its gloom.
September 24, 2023.
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Thompson Emate
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