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Africa
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestors…
Beauty turned beast
Dressed in adore of beauty Mascara and pedicure treated on the soft skin Veiled on the outside with covering of deceit But on the inside is a beast on roam While the world see…
It keeps getting better
It looks like failure at the start Everything seems to pause just before it stands Before the mirror stands a mouse But it's not what you see but what you believe The road is…
Wanderer
The compass spins in a frantic dance Round it goes through the cardinals As the knights watch in patience Waiting to tell the horse where next to go. The ink is dry, the lines…
So, What's your Greatest Fear
Hi, freewriters, It's Abeegail again, i wrote a poem today, we usually say we are afraid of the dark, spiders or heights but truly what are we really afraid of…
PERHAPS..............
Heyyy, @freewriters It's me again, Abeegail, I'm back with another poem. Sometimes life can feel too much and perhaps the day gets better and in the dark we'll finally find…
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