'Paper' The Ocean.

By Chinonyerem Great Ikedichukwu 9 months ago

Paper the ocean of the outrush

Of man's idea

Made of mere pulp

To pop the ideas of old 

To children of the world


An urge you create in their hearts

To procreate and compose sweet words


But still aids the transports of words

With thou wings of might

Makes man quote thou content

Here and there


Writers worship thee

As though you're god

I don't 

But I acknowledge you 

For on you I poured out my 

Thoughts about you


Forever and ever 

You shall live

In the past and now 

You still reign

As long as man still write words

Your immortality exist.



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