A dull evening in my hilly hearted village,
a time when squirrels dance up the lower heavens;
Children faces ballooned in boisterous borderless smiles,
looking forward to the entrancing moonlight tales.
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Breezy cold! ! Muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A wonderful remembrance vividly depicted. Beautifully written with superb imagery.
Thanks Rose. Your opinion means a lot to me. Once again Thanks.
Chinedu, your entrancing poem brings back sweet memories of the stories of our ancestors that my late mother was fond of telling. Your captivating poem has such beautiful depictions, making it a joy to read.