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Your skin is like the sunset on western seas,
The radiance of coral lobsters when boiled with salt.
It's the wisp of your lashes
at each momentary wink,
Your waist moves effortlessly in its regalia!

Talk again Calypso!
Your eyes, your eyes!
I fall endlessly into the depth of that abyss.
The cadence in your voice filter through my soul,
That a swarm of butterflies startles in my stomach.

I am a sailing sheep on molten magma,
Oluchi you are the synergy,
The other half of the magic medallion
Who should free me from these wrecking emotions?
But, you are like the bad tide that comes and go,
That leaves this Hurricane that clamor in my heart.

And my hopes are like dashing chinas
Shattering upon the rocky ground,
He who marries a beautiful woman
Is like the farmer that plants corn by the roadside.
Around a flowering tree, there are many insects,
You are sweetness rolled into one ball
A cube of sugar that attracts many ants.

But, Oluchi time destroys all things.
Sometimes we live in our dreams too much
that reality pass by
Then we wake to haunting misery,
And both dreams and reality had melted like snow
Into the flakes of wasted time.

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I am a bit puzzled about this. How would skin be the colour of sunset? Bright red after too much sunbathing?

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