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UNTITLED-By SylviaChika
A Story by
Sylvia Chika
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share this with you. Kindly suggest a title for this fine piece of writing. I do hope you enjoy ..
MY SWEET SWEET BABY
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
I wish I could behold her To be with her Cooing and wooing her Speaking soft and gentle words to her Words of love Wor..
GOOD NIGHT
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Sit with me Whisper a tale Upon your laps My head I rest The dark hallway The soft old couch A window solo A leak&hel..
THE EYES THAT SAW THE TRUTH
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Secrets well hidden Mysteries only I knew Lies only I spoke A fabrication of the truth Comfort I found Living a life of lies Fi..
THE PAIN THAT TEARS MY HEART APART
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Have you ever tasted a restrained sob No? Well I have You don't get to taste d salt of your tears All you taste is pain Your thro..
The Sinking Ship
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Frozen beneath the ocean Lost in a world of cold Down down he goes Both hands above his sinking head Frozen fingers in search of his love ..
In a place...I found
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
In a place of none and nothing I found something In a place of lack and scarcity I found abundance In a place of poverty and indigence ..
WHY
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Why walk without God, when you can walk with God Why live life without God, when you can live a life with God Why dance for man, when you can..
FOREVER ONE
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
The dusty wind carried a scentHewasn'tsure of what it wasYet he took a deep breathAnd filled his wide wrinkled nostrils with a dose of fresh dustOne w..
Alone At Christmas
A Poem by
Sylvia Chika
Hiding from the next burst of dusty airHe scrambles further into the rusted tankHiding from truth and false realities of joyThe mice aroun..
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