Flintiness Poem by DANIEL ESSIEN

Flintiness



I see the road that bend in the wood
that path seems so good
but only where the bend ends.
I sees those roses
but at the elbow of her hands
the point where her hands ends.
With her voice
i thought i was the only one
little wonder, there are other vices.
My eyes have seen
though it took so long
indeed, i am not the one.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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DANIEL ESSIEN

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Nkari, Ini LGA Akwa ibom state
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