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Imaginations
Imaginations… …Soars the skies With the fine Eagles …Paints the winds Red and sky blue …Watches the rising sun As she wakes fron the East …Tastes the grapes Along the green orchard …Dream a dream And believes in that dream …Rides the Wildebeest Across the Savannah …Fly kites Which turn out to be air planes…
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March
After the rains… The white clouds come forth The wetness settle on all Behind the quiet little huts Pots are filled with the waters Which the rain has brought And still the rain drops fall From the vertex of rooftops Whose head hung proudly The roads are muddy and slippery, Fine sand particles washed away,…
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Muse: Nature Inspired
Life is all about finding what gives you happiness Fortunate for me, I found these in Natures embrace I love to live my life with what gives me abundant joy. Seeing live animals around and green plants upon the soil Watching the golden sun rise above the grey hills And the joyful memories that come…
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Brothers with Fonuoha and Ciroegbu
(i.) Laughter is a sweet wine She goes into the eyes Burning the desires of men Family is a nice paradise (ii.) Friendship is like a flying Eagle Flying above quiet blue waters In love there is no need for struggle Nothing like a sister or brother (iii.) Sometimes things and people change But nothing…
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The Tale of a Shepherd
When it is time to leave the hamlet To leave the vales and the thornful paths To seek fresh and sweet grasses For the little bleating lamb and sheep The shepherd wakes from his slumber The roads are rocky and mountainous Filled with stubborn stones and quarry The mistletoe grow on the roadside But the…
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A Tale of the Wildwoods 3: Summer arrives
And when the beautiful summer happened to come… Upon the glades and vales of the wildwoods The Mountain stood quietly by the forest side Sniffing the sweet smell come from fresh growing flower shrubs The happy birds come flying back home Followed by all pretty insects and the boar herd The skies are tinted with…
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The Golden Savannah
Have you seen the African golden Savannah? Come drive through dried brown grassland Come bake in the heat of the sun Come taste the corn beer, cooked by the locals Come ride the horse through the wildlands Come draw your name on the tropics beaches Come and see… The stray serpent, the Python or the…
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The Desert city
The church bell chimes quietly in the city But this little town is left to Pity’s mercy The only noise heard was the airs whine Upon the obscure paintings as the only signs Old dirty newspapers fly about Passing telegrams to misty ghosts Swerving from one side of the road to another Times decaying touch…
