A Poem By Oyaniran Lukman
Time, they say,
is the greatest healer of wound.
But when time goes pale,
Hope will be the one to be called upon.
Your words were the pill of hope
That I swallowed to heal my wounded heart
When time became bedridden.
16/7/2018 06:52:18 pm
Wow. this is amazing 😍 Mothers are said to be one in a million/billion/trillion ... zillion. Beautifully written.
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I really love this like love love love
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