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GOD'S MIRACLES
In the grey dawn,
The day blossoms,
Seven days,
Seven nights
Whirling in a circle of
Miraculous infinitum
Amidst a torrent of nature
That is
Gods own creation.
©ADAMA AHMED SAID - 2001
SEARCHING FOR SOLITUDES
I walked on ahead
Proceeding nowhere
In the middle of uncertainty
Only the voice of the wind
Echoes in the hushed silence
From the corners of my eyes,
I glimpsed a grief- striken tree
That wallows in self-pity
What incantation will the wind chants
And how magical will its voice be,
How powerful can its wares be,
To sort me out of my reverie
All in my search of solitude?
©ADAMA AHMED SAID - 2001
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ADAMA AHMED SAID:
ADAMA AHMED SAID is a level 200 student of English at Bayero University Kano.
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