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Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and a vane of stupefaction
That warms the pad of feelings to a greater intensity
Their love stand upon the mount Zion under the shade of Almighty,
Impelling the flannel of vigor like a prominent flag in the air
Assemblage of stars, honoring the blossom couples at a glance
As a sign of deference across the cardinals of humanity,
And the Colly-bird whose eyes gyrate over their dramatic sphere,
And whose beak is a brilliant seat of soothing fun-fair,
Will never resist to trap them a rapturous wave of jazz;
A kiss from the valley of kisses showed them the power in closeness
A hug from the pit of heart brought them the scene of love
Fervid communication bridged the lacuna in their feebleness
Flame of trust burning in their hearts liquidated the puff of leeriness
The jazz of unity being rendered by the bird of unique qualities,
Was lighted up by the cherubic squirrel getting a load of their scene,
A dance was staged, accompanied with the claps of glory,
While loosing its syrupy palm kernel being masticated by its jaw
The squirrel said, when the golden breeze of imagination blew,
Across the holistic lambent garden of grandeur,
Near the plethora stones of beauty dazzling on the floor of their merriment;
Hold yourself tight,
Call yourself one,
And switch on the light of laughter
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Dear Sharon's Family,
Life is placed on the peg of transformation and dramatic event which can render every living being not only in a state of emotional confusion but also in a state of physical tension. The dance of the day has culminated in an unpleasant occurences, and the invisible jacket has wrapped the hero of a great family towards entering a ship for the voyage of no return.
I sang the song of sorrow, I knelt before the the statues of recall, but I couldn't perceive the reflection of my image and sound that was hoped to awake back his flame of existence.
Death is an invisible agent of transformation charged with the affairs of changing the sits of men in the planet of existence. It was so humiliating the very day they announced the death of your hero; the living king ever, leaving you in an empty vacuum where you began to see the beginning has the very point of the end. Though it is not only painful but really, is a devastating memory that is very difficult to erase. But with my spirit and strength, I'm rendering on your side the breeze of consolation ; accept it with all your heart.
As your fave friend, I want you to liberate yourself from the shackles of emotional oppression that can repaint your living image into black. God's own life and also, he take it at his own will; no one has the right to question him. Individual has its own life span that has been naturally established which may show up its event of expiration in an unpleasant glebe; God is a master planner.
Never loose your tomorrow for the present, the past has gone; let your flame of vision and ambition keep glowing through your active emotion. Don't be dejected, Mr. Sharon was a man of integrity who devoted his time for the service of God. He operated with purity of mind and spotless garment, and I believe the Lord will bear him up with his holy hand
Yours in Sympathy,
Boluwatife Oyedeji
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The sky has lost its image of beauty,
And the fading air is all you can see
When the soul of your spirit rest in cave
Inside the furnace of terrorism
How will you ascend in this graceless base?
With this bile intoxicating your heart
Rotten mind; a pollutant like strong haze,
Bringing you 'tween the bridge of death and life
Beep! Listen to the sounds of your creator
See! Created I not you for barrigness
In your spirit reside abundancy;
Of success and labour, love and enmity
First two for the one last, love is in you
And keep its flame even amidst the vulture
Rise in your glory and keep off that flag;
The flag of pricks and blood driving you astray
From vision to brooding illusion peg
Like a termite under the scourging ray
When wind daunted upon your only shoulder,
In hope and God, move like a fierce soldier
Whose spirit knows the beauty in victory
And whose eyes gyrate like an emmissary
To accomplish an unfading glory
In the unreached land of 'bundant treasure
He made you in the brook of perfection
He blessed you from the womb of your mother
But men seest not these in tribulation
As they are lost only in the moment of life
And for the jungle of sorrow you are,
You are bound for real to keep your passion
For green grass burneth in heat for its growth
So does this 'ment fill you in grace of air
The poison of life is equivalent
To the sadness of heart and mind of men
Two the anchor the flame of assertion
For progress and 'ccess, for morrow beauty
Care must thee take to decorate its wall
For its scratch can makest thee to fall
When wind daunted upon your only shoulder,
In hope and God, move like a fierce soldier
Whose spirit knows the beauty in victory
And whose eyes gyrate like an emmissary
To accomplish an unfading glory
In the unreached land of 'bundant treasure
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Lays in ambush like a gust of holy winds,
Drooping every stripes of emotion over the stream of hope:
When love is routed on the bases of soul, its flame becomes unquenchable
And such cybernetic mechanism that often dictates the path to true love,
Would make us united forever,
She thoughts as the ripples of the moments dashed through her graceful eyes
Beholding the candles that were held by her hand containing the amber box of chocolate,
Dressed with an ice-cream sauce of glory as she walked down the isle of emotional alienation,
And the drop of tears that threw her over the barricade of sadness,
Filming and rimming off the mirror of her heart was a taste of dark ages,
And the only thing she could see was a glow of suspense
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Flustered showers of the springs caress the peak of her translucent arena
Pacific breeze from the outer space of endearment,
Warmth from the grassy emblem of nature
Sing of her praises in an incandescent palace of majestic splendor
The world felt her beauty radiating from the hallow of grace,
Sensed the power in the picture of her imagination
And the bouquet that surrounds her blazing spot of embracement
Made the creatures to worship at the feet of her temple;
Merry made her in the traces of starlight,
Purity describes her name,
And the perfection of her spirit portrays the beauty of nature
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