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Tone: 24th November 2018 (part 2)

The windstorm just couldn’t stop
The paper boat I had cropped
I manned up by bolts and nuts
Till I docked my ship in sea.

Walking through into the dark
A true shade of color black
The cubs brought cups for my tears
But I faced Lions without fear.

Then, she was called, my her pops
Introduced me, with some pause
Maybe shyness was the cause
But her pure love never stops.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

2 Comments

  1. Folksy says:

    Really?
    Y will she b shy….
    Maybe that was an unexpected call by d dad….

    Liked by 1 person

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