South London: poet

Obifromsouthlondon – Soul on Ice – gets into a mellow mood with some poetry “8 million stories”
“I see her in a distance, walking towards me, slow paced, autum leaves twirling around her feet.
My black queen, glorious in her grace and splendour. Her love, my citadel of African bliss in a foreign land. But alas in her face I see the many faces of my countless lovers. still I feel inner peace knowing that as I declared my love I had already lost. They say it is better to have loved and lost…”

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