I shivered
and stopped
to see where 24 bullets ripped through
the heart of love,
from where it rose,
shrugging off shrapnels
to stand tall like an oak tree
spreading her shade over all.
Orike Didi 25/Aug/2009. DWP 04: 00hrs
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