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James Ubong

News of her blossom,
was written in the air.
Like pollens of Jasmine,
was her fragrance here and there.

For her irresistible nectar,
like bees men buzz.
A saffron in the plains,
her smile opened doors.

She captured the eyes of time,
It holds her in derision.
Woe! On her beauty,
let her dry leaves fall.

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The bees slowly stop buzzing,
No one drinks from her well,
She’s folded undercover,
Like the winter chanterelle.

Her dry leaves fall,
Cast a ripple on the lake.
Her beauty fades,
Tell her story for your sake.