My book of stories

A Poem by Barbie_XII

MY BOOK OF STORIES

So long I write I shall be

The moulder and captor of my own

No man shall pirace the art in my hands

Nor projectiles rob my palm

Authority belong; I may choose to be

The choices I make or the make of my choices

The Princess with diadems and rescuers

Or a warrior with villains and saints

But none is in less danger than the other

No soil is smoother before plait

With this machine functions my all

by NTSHONGA Awonke

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Added on May 25, 2018
Last Updated on August 15, 2018

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