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The Soul Awhispering

Martins Iyoboyi

The soul awhispers,
‘A treasure is lost,’

Valued vessels, across had sailed
An age is doomed.

The soul awhispers,
‘There a glory was,’

Treed-varieties friendly
Hand in hand in love –

Now restructuring eludes –
Peace arunning.

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