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by Echezona Nduka Dry petals, broken filaments and anthers make mockery of my balcony, These frowning flowers tell poignant tales, On Valentine’s eve, they bloomed. Their scents wafted beyond my rooftops as love; Now, death is theirs and on me, they beckon. Death hides its face in love’s lyrics As these songs melt my heart;... Read More