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evidence-o-n
evidence-o-n
24/M/Nigeria Identity salts the fruit of a man and its exigencies. Am Evidence Osinakachukwu Nweke born on 2nd Feb., 1995 in south eastern Nigeria at ishielu LGA . A student of English language and literature in Ebonyi state university Nigeria.
I sat in the bowls of sadness Racking the days back Which appeared bitterly delicious All was the melodious track Of tragedies playing diminuendo This has been a trier of cricket That left its crevice For a flagrant journey In a beautiful thorn roads In a laughing still ocean A journey that brakes The darkest still night In between the land and sea Seas with fanning gills of catfish And roads crowded by ugly crocodiles Betwixt light and covetous darkness
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Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
Dr. Cricket's Delimma
The rain is your heart It drenches me momentarily And it delights me swimming in it Every time comely I dance the old children dance Under the sweet rain The rain is your heart I shall drink it for it's joy Where the rain touches Where the heart touches Right at my left ****** It alights as thunderbirds Softening the dry throat I shall love to drink again.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
“Where The Rain Touches”
With ease the flower juggled Playing sweetly tenderly with the sun Outside the vent of my window Where I smelt the fragrance Of this pretty yellow flower Eavesdropping in my penal dream. Could this be the fruit Of billion trees veiled in vain Innocent voices drizzled And flooded patiently the weighted heart Weighted heart of sombre days Sombre days of beautiful injuries All the Arabesque of the eyes That foamed far then clad facades
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Arabasque
“Death of Beautiful Smiles” Where is the tree? Has it departed like fury ocean indeed? I have known its beauty Which glows in that field. Wonder! I see the sun retiring Together with the moon dimming. All with my hapless star dangling. Those heavy remembrance When I felt the unsaid smiles. Why come? And leaving, So avid as devil's winding, Leaving blanketed bruises To smile down sunshine of happiness. Courtly; can I withstand this death; Hovering so rooted all night On the trees you do perch Soloing beautifully with delicious smiles in all pace We do stride, so sudden!  Ah! The tree has departed, truly. Ah! And all the imprecating smiles gone. Just entrusted is gone.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
Death of Beautiful smiles