Of stories told
To realities realized
Their opinions I observed
I had no val
So I wondered
The stories of mine would be
Of fun it should be
Cuddled with lover could be
Yet I had no val
Age to age,
like rocks heaped my heart sank
Waters of weary I drank
At the sea of forgetfulness
Still I have no val
To this day of lovers as usual
before sunrise, stamp of new feet
Myself assured, yet of Nature's failure
Swallowed Soaked shrinked sheets
Yet no Val
Till fate found me
At sunset when hope dims
At tunnel's end lies she
Twisted turn path clean
What story of mine would be
I found my Val
#MyValStory || Oduntan Emmanuel A.
Awwwwww! This soooooooooo sweet
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