Failed expectation Poems

Black Child

That orange day;
I remember striking cords of violin with rain drops;
With natures gentle touch
And a picture of sunrise,
Alas!,my day has come and my rising was sure,
The savour of my onion men shall seek.


Long strides I took as I hurried ;
towards the train of my destiny,

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Black Child

That orange day;
I remember striking cords of violin with rain drops;
With natures gentle touch
And a picture of sunrise,
Alas!,my day has come and my rising was sure,
The savour of my onion men shall seek.


Long strides I took as I hurried ;
towards the train of my destiny,

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  Joyce Ita (1 poems about Failed expectation)
  November 28 - Calabar