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The Unsung

Bello was his name. He was a great singer. He sang better than some in fame but nobody knew him. When he played his old guitar, all the birds would sing, for his tunes were so bizarre; It quenched the drought with rain. But one day he took a voyage, faraway, amazing grace. The heart that lacked the courage bade farewell to those who praise. I wish those voices came in fame, for they were pure and golden. They were like birds in early spring that sang a tune from heaven. Dedicated to the memory of my uncle Bello, the greatest folk singer that I've ever known. Edited January 22, 2023 For: Loved and Lost Poetry Contest Sponsored By: Regina McIntosh

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Date: 9/3/2022 9:29:00 PM
Its really nice when you have the gift of music and making others happy with it. Thankyou for sharing such an endearing story, with me, dear poet.
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Date: 9/3/2022 11:01:00 PM
Thank you very much my dear. Music and poetry run in my blood. But opportunities are scant in my country. Poetry is not much appreciated here. But I wish to get my break someday

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