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By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: The air is stale The smell of sorrow lingers in the air A dark shadow is cast Humans wander, knowing not their destination The fragrance of hope is lost Despair now dwells in our life’s string.…
By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: The air is stale The smell of sorrow lingers in the air A dark shadow is cast Humans wander, knowing not their destination The fragrance of hope is lost Despair now dwells in our life’s string.…