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The Silent hill

There’s a point where the earth touch the clouds

Twists, turns, the land thrusts up to meet the sky

By the sides, vegetation stood guard

From there the airs will whisper,

As the clouds watch quietly

When the wind pass in silence

By Oke Iroegbu

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

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