From the second
I first held your hand in mine,
I was a clichè motion:
I believed that
I could fly.
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And
When the clock struck 12,
I felt
The burden of common sense
Fight valiantly
To come to my defense.
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I was tense
As I
Let go, and sensed
That the brief moment
Which I had just experienced,
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Was one only
The privileged few
Were allowed
To witness.
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Written by
Ivie M. Eke 2018.
