Kelechi Valentine
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leading charge
The Matriarch The tides follow the Matriarch A path threaded before The rivers are always bustling with life and death A beautiful story always waiting to be told by the splashing of sweet honey waters of the brown river against the black rocks We’ve lived a million years before, Even the waters could tell where it all began The Nile and the Congo testament of the stories of when the young were old and the old young… We bathed in the same old dirty ponds that broke out of the beauty. W...
poetry portrayed
As the water broke As the water broke From the nile with crooked vines A babe was born. splendid the feeling when She cried sweet tears of honey and water I hear the nile gushing out sweet melodies One only matched by the terribly sweet cries of the babe Singing the sweet song of the nile The babe is calm, No shape, no form, just a perfect design… Filling the earth with breath and life So vast the waters in the heavens So sweet the water on earth, Same stories but different side...
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