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 Jul 2021 brian odongo
Arun C
The boy poet
blushed
and asked the pretty girl out
she smiled and said
maybe
the boy poet grabbed a pen
and scribbled this
before tock could follow tick
it was real quick

Maybe
is a giant oak tree
filled with many acorns
and each single acorn
drops and exclaims
yes,
yes,
yes
It does not matter,Raj what others think,
What really matters is what you believe
 Jun 2021 brian odongo
labyrinth
When I think of
The fathers loved
Without even deserving
I conclude that the position
Is rather more important
Than the occupant
The dream
What couldn’t be foreseen
A touch of lips
The first kiss
The tiniest hint of gleam
A sparkle in the eye
When two worlds collide
Innocence
Eternal bliss
Head held high with pride
 Nov 2019 brian odongo
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
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