Woman, Like the beginning of a sweet music, Your enthrallment causes sick, Embers that glisten are your eyes, Your abode sings the stream's tune, Happy are ballads you croon. Woman, An idol you glow, Yet virtues you show, Marching...
– by Blessing Olayinka
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