CASCADE OF LOVE

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A cataract of cool and icy cold love
Such men and women exhibit and share these days 
They rush vastly like a splinter of projectile reducing our humanity
 a notch lower to the gutters.
Such like an hourglass ruddy cheeked apparition rudely dare our minds
Our hearts do not partake any more in the issue of love
Rendered a perfect love to icy cold or flaming hot object
Love reduced to lust and thus invited death and all his acolytes
Now a crude tincture dares a heavenly brew to commonplace of human corruption.
So cascade of love never reach the earth anymore and a dearth of it is the cascade.

BY OLUWAFEMI ADISA-ISIKALU







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