In Morning Breeze Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
In Morning Breeze
A special day peeps
In amorning breeze
Coated with dews
Like Iron in zinc
It has such scary dish
Contained in a fury gold
Is awide rim
My energy piercing
coulds and goes up
Scorching stranger,
In the premise
of the earth
And gittering gold
Overlap the deed
There it goes, high in the sky
and the present breeze
never cut mr energy man
The loser, my breeze
Well, the shinning sky is going up with deadly and interesting moves. There is no learning but tomorrow.
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