Nile
Down the dangling Nile
I row row row my boat
Along the curly waves
I try to weave a lock
This stretchy strip
could bind the world
down the moving Nile
I wished the crock will croak
And then the deer will dare
But when the toad just croaked
I knew the deer isn't there
I dip my thumb in Nile
My thirst just quenched at once
My heart didn’t dry again
My breath came in me so cool
What a waste to try a pool
Copyright © Victor Nwakanma | Year Posted 2015
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