Like a glove
Her palm fit into mine
I saw her struggling
With the shock
Recognition brought.
We tried to decipher our fate
But saw neither
Its beginning nor its end
The flask has gone out of the djini
Tracing the palm groove…
Ever the palms
Lining our every path
Kissing our everything
Wild trees become a garden, untamed…
A jungle becomes a park, intriguing…
The rivers are wetting the vallies
We clasp hands and become a palm nation.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
I agree with the above–stunning. Great work.
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Thank you too, Jessica! 🙂
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Your words are stunning.
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Thank you, Deana – but so are yours too, you know…
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It is awesome Teraka, it blew me away,
I’m officially in love, please don’t stop me. Lol. 🙂
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Thanks, Ebun. Really glad you like it and appreciate your support…
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