Rolling Coin Poem by oluwasystem adesystem
Rolling Coin
Looking at my rigth hand side,
It was the best sound of bata.
Smiling turn to the left,
Sekere is seen in its best performance.
Woa! undescribale sweet cvoice from amailden
My agbada fling in the air,
All because of the designed silver written in it kobo.
At the rolling of the last silver,
The screeming of the last boy
Who took the silver and run to mother.
Left alone with your salubata.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:06:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting, with imagination. Good one! Keep writing...; D