My eyes has grown like a lost tree
Hopping for the day to break
The day raise and goes by
Your smile is all I think of
Thinking of you make my stomach laugh
And make my heart feel occupied
Without you in my life I am dead
When will your trumpet sound
I can't wait to raise with you once again.
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The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm
by Oluwadamilare Adewunmi Emmanuel