You are Mine by Sunny Eddie Crawford
From the day of our independence In 1847,My heart has been longing for you,Like the flowing cavalla. At the twinkle of the light,Which
The Sea, the Living and the Dead by Omodero David Oghenekaro
Everything on the sea deserves to be called ‘living’ even the ship rent apart wants to be called a carrier of Life a
Three Poems by Akinola Amina
My black is the A that completes the word AESTHETIC Out of the whitewalls, I pass My image shining like fine jewels I