my voice goes out to the deserts
the young falcons yell in imitation
the trees shade their leaves in rythym
twisting their bodies in gyrations
and I can't hold it down anymore
I can't let it die within me
this thing that keeps me yelling
and sets motion in every creature
this voice that keeps me singing..
till my lungs die out of breath
this thing called talent
that makes me call myself
a Julin Runtown Chike
a music that will never die.
©mercykiara
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