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Like flames of mirage.
Even Winter has no chill
to blossom its pride
Before me…..
Your nestled ray has hatched;
Fledglings of beams,
An overture of friendship.
And my heart beat, Break another new song.
so tender to be heard!
so rich for use!
silky as dew drop in an harmattan morning.
My pounding heart,
Dance to the rhythm of it own beat.
Like butterflies on buds your nectarean wall
now gush like a golden spring.
Written by: Justice Mmahi
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