In the space of the heart
The feast was held
The heartbeat they hate
Still takes the height
In which they hunt
And all they hear
Is the fact so near
As the dreams are rare
But feels so ripe
Even before the rain
How time reigns
Like there was never a need
In snoop for the next
It smashed the night
Poem by Gloria. A. Ifiok
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