by Tijjani Grema
(Nigeria)
Oh! My dear, oh!
My love, oh!
My wife.
What a day without a shadow of yours.
What a day without your name being mentioned.
You left and leave without a word from your cute lips.
You are gone like the past. You are gone like the death.
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