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White Wind
Through the eyes that see
In the mind that think
Faces are powdered white
Like a kings face in horror
Lo! The foes in light
From the mirror of the only terror
Poaching minds;
Like a deadly stings of a cobra
In a solid white-wind
Two in one power
Around the neck at home
The journey is yet to come
Yet they are extremely greater
Many voice are still unheard
As the harshy weather bashes hard
Turn the world to me
In a trouble sunny maze
Restless are mind then
We were amid by them
Paths are full of griffin roads
Many still wait anxiously in moads
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Adebayo Mubarak oladimeji
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