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    Souls Shall Meet

    Traders depart,
    Summer ends without a goodbye
    Verily did we depart to the unknown land
    A home cited in a foreign land,
    Dark is the world there
    Behold it is six feet under the heating sands.

    Oh Beloved,
    Forgive me for i was not chanced to say goodbye,
    My soul fainted in me.
    But then, we will meet
    Where all hopes are bound,
    Underneath the cloudy world,
    Then shall we walk through the yard where our souls shall melt to be one.

    Written by: Adebayo Taiwo Micheal
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