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on a thirsty ground
Like the gleaming moon
in the darkest night
…inspiration comes!
It is…
the instigator of our pen
a light unto their paths
a song in their mouth
as the truths of the world
(and the lies too)
become characters on paper
Without inspiration
I am like the Uku tree, knowing no wind
still and lifeless though with branches
I am like the Nile River of golden deeps
but cant tap its root to cities beyond
I am like a letter written
and sent without an address
In the arms of inspiration
the pen and its wielder
become inspiration!
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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