Our love

 

Our love is like the harmattan

It comes and goes with seasons

Our love is like the harmattan

It blows and blows then dies

 

Our love is like the harmattan

Raging for a season and gone the next

Our love is like the harmattan

Fiercest at night, yet quivering at noon

 

Our love is like the harmattan

Dampened by cold and absence

Our love is like the harmattan

In need of a stimulant to conquer

 

Our love is like the harmattan

Leaving scars on our tender spots

Our love is like the harmattan

That leaves us high and dry

 

 

Chizzy Odilinye

Chizzy Odilinye is a chemical engineer who is driven to challenge status quo and add value everywhere she goes. Her pleasures are photography, chess and cooking.

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