Martins Akhoeneto

Between Dawn And Mid-Day - Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

O' man of guts So priced your worth's He was a rare savant He was no servant Brave to the core, zealous In days of yore; O' Julius Strong to the bone Bagged a real heart of stone No matter how tension piles Even under the crying skies When a million hearts melts Under the rain, you sweat With rancour of heavy smiles Crowning your face in grand style

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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