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Luna
At dusk in her belight she appears,
She smiles 'oh'her smile like silk, her smile which illumes,
My eyes stumble for her beauty,
She invests her gift to my land 'oh'so surreal,
She comes a nigh yet she's afar,
Her touch so real as it is an illusion,
She gives a light in guidance to a lonely man,
Her glades leaves his gaze abstracted as it is clear,
Her silver star like gift which shines even the darkest of faces,
In her ryhthmic visit,
To always lead,
Alas I sigh,as she descends back to her abode,
Leaving me in wonder,
"When can I see you again".
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Ramatu Suleiman
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