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Ụzọ M (My Path)

Maned and mirrored
In a reflective image
Well contoured,
And prominent like
A chiseled cheek.

Fierce woke stare
Sends out roar
Of a tigress’ growl.

Ụzọ m amaka

A beauty beholder
A key and the holder,

Fully pointed
To the narrow nostrils
Of fame fortunes,

Ageless arch of glory
Lays its edges
On top temples
Of fore journey,

Dancing in circles
To the gleaming
Progresses in cycles.

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