The Cold Breeze

Every time he appeared

It was as freezing as death

And as tempting as life

He would call upon her weakness

All in the name of penance

And She would seek life more

all in the name of repentance

It was underneath the wine oak did she first shed her tears
Where she found peace and solace
Where she found identity
but lost her worth
Where she found purpose
But gained nothing
Where she found a remedy
To unwind her Thorned heart
But became the prize of another.

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Y.H.Ohikwo

Yunusa Ohikwo is a Writer/Storyteller with a B. A in Theatre and Performing Arts, ever since he was a kid, Yunusa wanted to write Books and Stories that would entertain his audience genuinely.

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