Above the
mountain, l see a bird did
fly, o'er the hills, beyound the
sky.with eyes widely open; with
a poundering heart.my eyes
seeth not a token, but a profound sight.the birds flew in
stye, exuding nothing but
light.gave i a willie
cry, awestruck at d glorious
sight.the birds flew here; the
birds flew there...still i gaze, just like d sun in space.with
feathers so bright, they sang in
sonorous rhymes-to my
utermost delight, denounce i my
crimes. Everything was
rosy, nothing was cloudy.ten thousand saw i at a glance, the
rhythmic dance of the morrow
Very promising, some lovely choice of words with a creative style! Well done Chibuike!
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Bravo! ! Couldn't resist I read one, This one and so glad I did Beautiful words chosen well written, And may I say conformity is not a style you will find your way arrange your words as they are in you! ! Please continue to write! ! ! ! Peace... and thank you for the invite....