Rivive Thee

Rivive Thee sonnet poems

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Revive thee the sun of home,
REVIVE THEE the son of Tome..
where casteth thee thy piping rays
where goest thee thy solid shadows
mama’s only son and pride of Tom”
that one strong , once bold ,young man adored
where is that slow paced , and man all endured
remember of that golden thing or the other
so why lose thee thy love time and another
these men what do they feed upon , what meat
that thou canst nay but buried be six feet
downcast , thy face on thy palms with tears
and your heart swollen with hate and THY fears
ODIE, REVIVE THEE, the sun of home..!

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Am Emmanuel Thomas, coming from Tanzania. I however did both my secondary and primary education in Kenya. I was raised from a single parented family, the latter being my own mother. I am currently doing my Diploma course in Pharmacy at MUHIMBILI campus. I am single and 21 years of age
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