I witnessed as you carelessly cracked lips
Making the gardens wither
Dust penetrating into every nook and corner
Flowers turning pale, fertile soil getting hard
Neither cherry notes nor a motive for celebration
Was programmed during your spell
For all hid under their blankets sheltered
Everything wet dries and becomes barren
Hot food turns cold and sour
Everything congeals like blood clots
Dead and boring all day
People dying, people born
Even during the harsh harmattan weather
Perhaps, you favoured us a bit
Good bye, good bye at last!
As many souls are cheering
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