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Besen Ayamore Ayuk Poem
I’ll flip the pages of my life back as child.
Back to the days that slipped through my fingers,
Like sand beneath forsaking my feet by the waves.
Open the magical doors of my tree Castle .
Back to the days of dancing with princes in dreams,
Colourful and musical like coronation of those days.
Crawling out of the tunnel of yesterdays.
Back to the days of hideout adventures and hunts,
Camouflaged like chameleon on trees and under leaves.
Grab, wrap and grasp on to my pillar of my past.
Back to the days her smile shone brighter than thousand stars,
Transforming the tears to showers of blessings.
Only if I could pull back, those heartily days, just one day.
Back to the days when your eyes of hopes of tomorrow
Designing and building bridges where cracks appeared.
06.04.2023
"If Only I Could"
Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Besen Ayamore Ayuk | Year Posted 2023
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Besen Ayamore Ayuk Poem
It’s a sunny day, it’s another day.
It’s a picnic day, it’s a hopping day.
It’s a play day, it’s a friendly day.
It’s a laughing day, it’s a climbing day.
It’s an sliding day, it’s a swaying day.
It’s a Sunday, it’s another day.
It’s a beachy day, it’s a sandy day.
It’s a swimming day, it’s a basking day.
It’s a moulding day, it’s a running day.
It’s an ice-cream day, its a warm day.
06.04.2023
Copyright © Besen Ayamore Ayuk | Year Posted 2023
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