💦 Diary Of An Orphan 💦
Her bones burnt away;
Wondering why they had a short stay,
Their days was as the morning dew
They lived in decades so few.
She slept under the summer sun;
The winters dust blew her to tone,
When the years come and gone;
The season rain shattered her with pun.
No awareness can be given to child with hunger;
For hardship make her a hunter.
'Tis a flashing flame of afflictions and sorrow,
She hope that such corridors of life;
Must be for a better tomorrow.
© Prince Ojoka
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💦 Diary Of An Orphan 💦 Her bones burnt away; Wondering why they had a short…
