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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

When

When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry
Rain comes pleading to blend
When you try
It never seems to be too hard
Because everything comes
In place just to see
The delight in your face.

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Unique

You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
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Our Ancestors

We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…
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To Whom

To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
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A Lamp Fry

A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
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A Sight Of Perfection

I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
Tired Sight

A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
Writers XXIX

I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
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Writers

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
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Writers XIV

I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
My engagement speech

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
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Writer VII

Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain
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Discover

Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
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Sweet Nectar I

I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
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Writers XXXVII

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
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