Ramadan Poem | Day 4: Burning Sins by Onafowokan Taofeek Busayo
As for the lunar month We sniff and smear Await time Burning Like the darkness of the night…
As for the lunar month We sniff and smear Await time Burning Like the darkness of the night…
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