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Alive Together.

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Temitope Blackson-Usman. 

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Speaking of marvels, I am alive

together with you, when I might have been

alive with anyone under the sun…

 

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All is Well.

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Temitope Blackson-Usman. 

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Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… 

and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence 

is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; 

they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are 

not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. 

Look at the flowers – for no reason. It is simply unbelievable 

how happy flowers are .

 

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Ode to future Wife.

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.Temitope Blackson-Usman. 

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There’s a Lady out there who doesn’t know i’m her Husband…yet. these are the things i’d like for us to do when we meet/marry. i’ve also devolved into sharing sundries related to dating, marriage, relationships, and plain ol’ smittenness.

 

 

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — 

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long 

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station 

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

 

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because 

then the little drops of anguish will all run together, 

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift 

into me, choking my lost heart.

 

Oh ,may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. 

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

 

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far 

I’ll wander over all the earth, asking, 

Will you come back? Will you leave me here?

 

 

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