Sunday, October 28, 2012

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In those acutely native-days;
when lioness where lion, and the birth of death; was rare.

Days; when people fainted in shock, and wept bitterly, when one says; they are now born again Christians.
Because they always thought the person was dead.
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Femi Oloidi 14 November 2012

@ Nilakshi Das and John, thank u both so so much, I'm made glad. Kingfemi

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Neela Nath Das 12 November 2012

So beautiful expression! Your usage of figure of speech, I mean specially, the transferred epithet is unique. Want to read more.

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Onyeme John 09 November 2012

I love this poem. The past indeed, makes us who we are. Nice poem.

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