Friday, 23 January 2015
Written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy
The same face that smiled on the first day
same lips whence an angel spoke on that same day
Heart that keenly listened as he poured out
same eyes that got struck without any doubt.
Where have you been oh lost one;
why have u hidden your virtue
jointly are those who tread this path; why do u stand alone?
Fixated between happiness and splendor,
beneath her red apparel dwells a scar she nursed