Wednesday, March 13, 2019

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The night liting it figs - rise a crescent day
In breezing and quite haste
Long within the sleeper's roost; creaks a rustic knob
Halfway in sordid air.
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Livinus Godswill
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Mahtab Bangalee 14 March 2019

great poetic expression

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Chinedu Dike 13 March 2019

Well conceived and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing Livinus.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 March 2019

Great fear! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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