Poems from Nnaji Kingsley Charles
Why do flowers bloom and the petals wither
Why are pearls so precious
Why do young girls fall in love so quick
Why do old ships sail to...
The smiling sun crept into darkness
And in grave silence sat the silly sky
Amidst evening cloud bereaved of moon
Lo, shadowy stars...
Looking out my balcony on a Sunday evening
I drew the world on a paper
Its axis from North pole to South pole
Its continents from Africa...
Oh new bud
Life's about to begin
A new phrase from an old face
And I did sit in the front pew
Wearing purple and pink
Singing like a...
I fell from a height
She grasped me
No songs were heard
;not a dirge
I heard we are dead
But I was a heart
And She was love
There was no...