By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
Loading...
Constructed with traditional materials
With a homemade concept
The barns are kept sacred
Entry apart from the designated
Is sharply berated
As though it were an atrocity Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...
As the wind drops by
A sensation it drags along
A tickling of the unseen mind
Popping out objects of the admired past
Indeed a desert, for the gentle soul. Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...
Made to be together
Thick as thieves; one to the other
It is the beauty of the Homo sapiens
An effective tool for the sapient
With a set, he writes
With two, he crawls Continue reading
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...
Glittering are the whitish thirty two,
And on the skin, is no tattoo,
A replica of the morning sun,
An ally to the friendly moonlight;
Having the sound of the clinging cymbal,
Attracting the best of troupes. Continue reading