Turn the Page, Turn the Life | A Writer’s Battle for Survival | Help Her Win
Turn the Page, Turn the Life | A Writer’s Battle for Survival | Help Her Win

Norah Bolubatolu Ratu

Abstract

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Norah Bolubatolu Ratu

Abstract

Slave Mind

Slave Mind

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I dared not look around but I did

The sight he said unexplainable

Drop dead those teasing eyes

A terrible beauty born

He gazed down hypnotized by her glares


Yearning burning rage from the core

To grasp and strangle thoughts sailed through his mind

Sadly it painfully dawned on him

She was a ghost a memory of long ago 


An eerie glow in the dark past

Not knowing if he could handle it

He grumbled and mumbled with his predisposed mind

Can it be just a genuine imitation


Parting was such sweet sorrow

A practical joke a yoke

His love avowed like an anchor

In the deepest past of his mind



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