Paul and Silas being an hunter,
Over roofs, over dale they wander.
Eagles soaring above them,
Muses pricking their hem.
Hungry hearts desperate to hunt,
Unveiling their wits, strangling their points.
Never to retreat were they,
Till an octopus, their bullet sprayed:
Early hearts and old have hunt for diverse poetry form:
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I would like to translate this poem
Adeyemi, such a great acrostic...10+++