The Rhyme Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
The Rhyme
They love me, I the rhyme.
They feel I’ am sublime.
Through old wandering time,
I’ve always been a prime
In nature which I mime
With words lovely I chime.
When they hear, their souls climb.
Words I do same in line,
Likeness in every design.
A feat I perform fine
That dazzle them to pine
To those words that do shine.
Great words those are divine
In kind sweeter than wine.
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