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Tales Echoed
Words from poet's past flow through me
their stories live on through reverberating echoes.
Tales as old as time bouncing off pages into reader's
minds, then from their lips
not into god's ears but into mine.
Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe
a literary goldmine waiting to be explored.
Writers weaving together linguistic
art, masterpieces so intricately
resonant, you'...
Monday 27th March 2023 7:39 pm
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