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Aug 2020
I gaze endlessly at the stars,
my legs rooted to the ground,
my mind trapped in a deep ocean of thoughts;
wondering and dreaming when that day would come;
the day my victory would be announced,
and my name heard on every lips;
the four corners of the earth calling out to me,
and the warm breeze carrying their wild cheers,
as I go dancing all gay and bright,
celebrating my new found victory
If only it would be...

~Ciara
8-VICTORY
Envision
There is no greater joy than the hearing of ones name on every lips. A name always to be remembered and never to be forgotten. A name to be carried on from generation to generation. The poet personae, pictures this in his mind and wished so much it would become a reality, so some day he'd be heard, and celebrated by everyone....
Jessica Duru
Written by
Jessica Duru  17/F/Nigeria
(17/F/Nigeria)   
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   Bish Sinha and iixiixixvii
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