Agbor Junior Poet ABC

Beauty of the Cradle

She chuckles like the sun and strikes into every soul like an arrow
 She Glitters like the black stones of the cradle land
No man resists her sight
No female born of nature match her beauty
At dawn,
Eyes take the on your mark position to see 
Androids ready for prints and pencils fueled for portraits
Admired and beats of diva parade the minds of *****sex
We need not visit a red mat display they murmur 
Mirror to all atoms of cultural heritage 
Eloquent at thy activities 
Coil from the falls of Mungo and shocks off the hinterlands of Manyu
 She Inhales from the botanic of victoria
Fortunate are tribe kins
Cause she is one of her kind

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Beata Agustin April 2, 2024 at 11:39 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.