Read the romantic poetry, lol, I've written romanticism for a while now, I've got one now, it's titled "I Came To Sit By The Chilly Water" by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

I Came To Sit By The Chilly Water.
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I came to sit by the chilly water
Nevertheless, the cloud has come to stay.
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The taste of your kiss makes my soul shiver
like the tree near a river of water,
The scent of your hair is the rose on vales
as the misty dew cleanse it's pale with gale.
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You're the first dew on ros's when winter falls
You're the light in my dark dusk flam'ng candle
When I hear your laugh'r I smile like a fool
You rapture my rupture with r'mantic love.
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I have a weather in my heart, ne'er changes;
Your voice clamps my heart to yours in ecstasy.
Fate is round in circles; the sky is blue
The wind chimes 're ring'ng, I want to be with you.
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Memories are my bruises, you're the oil;
the oil that'll heal it, with smells of your kiss
My heart is digging, digging to ravine
So hold me, Dear, and be ever with me.
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I came to sit by the chilly water
Nevertheless, the cloud has come to stay.
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"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace

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A quick look into the deep well,
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Again, I saw the eagle in the well,
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JOHN KELECHI UZOMA fondly called Kelly Juuz is the founder of Nigerian Elites World(since 2012) on Facebook, for all literary activities and promotions. He has written a lot of poems, stories(published and unpublished), motivational and inspirational articles, published on several websites and blogs around the world. He houses more academical awards, talent titles, such as; secondary school teacher, a radio broadca…

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Synopsis.

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FABLE 1

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One day, a customer brought some local hens to her, she said
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One day, the woman gave them the normal food they eat, as the chickens pecked their food moderately, the local hens scattered it with their legs as they peck, they scattered it around and peck, they did that till they liter the whole place.
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