Ebi Robert

Rookie - 103 Points (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

Treasure Base Of The Night - Poem by Ebi Robert

Twan, die and dance around.
This very glare has a fine moon.
Rested above the tone.
Twan die and dance around.
They said am mad for writing.
And mad for trusting on rhymes.
Twan dies for dance.
Fresh anew.
The blinded moon is who?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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