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When there was love


When there was love, I saw the cloud

Clear as crystal, like the sweet spring

Leaping in joyful haste to other lands, 

Oh happy water, hissing away, joyfully

Tumbling off rocks, falling from heights

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Now I sit musing over the fast flowing stream

Two things wont ever come back, water and time! 

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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