Without her,
A hundred kingdoms couldn’t give me the happiness she does,
Without her,
A hundred smiles couldn’t make me smile as she does,
Without her,
A hundred suns couldn’t give me the light she does,
Without her,
Life, wrinkling, crying and laughing, none of it matters.
All of it can be packed and stored away. She is all I need.
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I am a Frenco-Senegalese writer employing the English language to compose his pieces. I am an aspiring-novelist constantly aiming to perfect his craft. I hope you will find that I have much to say when much must be said and little to be said when little needs to be said.
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