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I am paradise when my heart sings with riddles that only understood by the responding heart...
I am the rocket only when my emotions backfires the truth that has never been told before...
I am the calabash when clay pots parade their beauty in the market of noble artists...
Natural compared to nature of crown godess in calibre of royal attires...
I am the silent stream flowing down the ghetto street at low pace...
Particularly i am the princess in a palace where princes are forbidded to bid for chance...
I am the storm from north! Heading south with a strategy to evoke the resting hurricanes of the universe!

Verse by verse i see the visage of versatile vulnerability..
Yet being vulnerable wont value my aim in the books of aimful soldiers.
I am poetic in a phonetic way hence others find me pathetic.
In the meantime i am so mean only if that make sence of my meaningful words.
I am a pure stream within the rim of the natural cascading waterfall in the rainfall.
I am polite in politics of polishing my pool of rhymimg words.

I am the jungle in jugging the jokes of my ironical junky plays.
I am the deepest horizon where dawn dances down its pridest yawn of the morning.
I am the morning breeze of the freezing winter whispers from the North.
Trending the ranges in revenge of ranches with no rangers behind my back.
Feeling the muzzle nuzzled down my puzzled emotions the minute i dazzle my charm.
I am a paradise when my passion become partial with part of me.
Literally i am liberal in literature's liberation, socially id rather be suicidal amongs the society of rhyming words.
I am a gesture in the courtesy of noble guests.
Currently i am the inherent of a current African heritage in engage of artistic words.
The blossom from the best bosom basically belongs to bizarre of blazing talents.
I am the salt sand in hands of handsome harbor.
A manouvering aircraft taking off to the air without airing any possibility of distraction.
On my landing i will now announe the nouns that formed unknown notes of my success.
In a formative way i will formally arrive in a form of a transforming poet of the paradise!
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