Hezekiah Tiamiyu Poems
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Whirling from the west,
Madly running without rest,
Sharply, all vests abreast.
Windvanes runs out to the test,
The wind is truly from the west.
As the wind sweeps along the paths,
Like a king trees bow as he pass.
Is this arrival not a world class?
Every lass the mighty tree has,
Falls as the wind proves his class.
The pregnant cloud takes her form,
Saying the pregnant cloud is set to born,
Once again a very mighty storm.
All white and yellow to black they turn.
Thence comes that heavy thunderstorm.
Darting in and out, ...
It seemed just like yesterday
When I, my head came out the womb;
When I, my knee walked the house;
Till my feet stood
Supported by the chairs.
When I ate meat first
And then the breast became bitter.
Ta - Ta
Ma - Ma