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Dews can be the sweats
Dropping from the efforts
Put into a plan
Or it could be God’s plan
When the leaves are all
About to dry, and fall
There comes a tiny fog
Keeping it wet, for long….
Trees that hide in shades
Are those that gets short changed.
Dear child, look outside
For results search and find.
I know you are good
At the things that you do;
But, pray that the dews
Will always fall on you.
So sad, slave trade nicked Africa into Marvel’s Pit of Wakanda. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
In all astutenessBright as a new pennyYou have this thingThat wine and dine asA reflective powerBrilliantly shinningInside of my heart. In all affectionateYou light up…
Honey; I need more Of the enamoring paramour In me; that you pour. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
You possess me with Inflaming love, illicit Spell, that never rifts. ©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
