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Nutshell solitude: A poem

Young and old, living soreIn building high and some very oldSun in sky, dawn passed to nightI watch as strangers live, then die Street lamps echoed the misery of timesShabbiness whispered ancient hymnsOld faces held in a pretend smileRoads are many, paths, never kind Sky overhead reflects my soulCarried by a forgotten holeThe light of […]

Nutshell solitude: A poem


Onitsha , Anambra state ,1235

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