Treasure Island

Ebi Robert

(6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

SNOWS ON MY HAND


Once I hold a snow in a very cold home.
I helped myself abroad.
Not on fresh shells as it is in Africa
but on mountains, so sloppy.
Not once, more than once.
I fell to to dissolve thirty ball.

I built, I moulded, I created.
Hum! Hum! ! I create.

Snows, on snows upon snows.
Snmows upon snows on snows.
Upon snows, on snows.
On snows, upon snows.
I built a snow castle
and in is everything a castle had.
Snows on my Hand
small as a bear.
Still to a steed
I am dying here.
Snows on my hand
my hand will only bear.
Snows on my hand
Torronto surely swell.

Submitted: Thursday, November 05, 2009
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013
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