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Cyrinmike 
I am a poet, born thousand years ago.
A World of substance.
I revoke not.
The temptation of beauty.
Fresh and natural.
Light skin to the core.
Mother Earth birthed her well.
But I bless her prose.
She became my sister.
From the same mother, but different shades of parenting.
Her parenting was different from mine.
I didn’t know her until now.
But mother earth has told me about her.
And she said, ” Son, she is your complete beauty, for you shall write that prose, without changing your nature, because she was birthed prose”.
Her decision, I didn’t question.
And when I saw her.
I saw beauty, I saw nature, I saw Africa and I was bewitched by her.
But her bewitching didn’t affect my faculty.
And I have decided to write that PROSE.
As my mother has told me.
Happy World Poetry Day.
A day to remember.
I remain my humble self.
The Poet of no other.
A Prosaist in Poetry; A die-hard fellow.
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