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A POEM CALLED POETRY

                                                 





Poetry is a language
It is an art that comes from the heart
Poetry is about rhythm, rhyme, metaphors and similes

Poetry bubbles and boils
It is about expressions, experiences and emotions
It educates, praises, teaches an challenges mankind

Poetry is life!

















By:
NJABULO MOYO- “The Bulawayo Dream”
njabulomoyo@hotmail.com
+263 913 269 824



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