When his wife left him, the poet sank into sorrow.
He told me he'd write love poems again, if his love comes back.
For years I waited, hoping his lines of sorrow would give way to love.
I waited until he wrote his final lines, before I saw something different.
But it wasn't about love, it was about death and the afterliife.
The poet was heartbroken until he wrote his swan song, until his ship sailed away.
Ajibade Dare Enoch
|Enoch Darenho|
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