e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

The systems

Strange is the system that we dwell
We all have our own special type of jewel
The crown may fit the head yet don’t befit,
Like characters and rule of the leaders.

In this system we are under,
Some search for some golds and silvers,
Hitting ice-storms and drown in Rivers
For the taste of greener pasture.

Some pose like butterflies whereas
The schematics says something else
They wouldn’t be larvas they are
Like internet was made for this.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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