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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
When the sun comes up We all rise from our bed And as it sets, we crash… When cock crows by dawn While the alarm…
The air begins to leak Inevitably, During a brush with death We are unable But beckon for breath Running from rest we seek. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com…
The journey began as a joke Till giant strides together yoked, And there we stood, exchanging vows Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!! Like a…
Friends have turn necks As storm comes to wreck. If not you, then who, Do I reach out to, In times, I am low, That…
