missing you

alone in my bed in a long dark night
i saw the picture of you ,flaming red
my face bathed in tears, a gory sight.
all i have got is all that i do dread.
my sweet beatrice, the gongs have stopped drumming,
the festivity has ended its tunes,
but your physique is in my heart raging, forming the
shapes of incessant sand dunes.


augustine oghanrandukun

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