Jack The Fifth

A poetry.

Evince Uhurebor

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Photo by British Library on Unsplash

Jack the fifth.
Bold and strong.
Had left the throne.
In search for gold.
Matching with hope.
With strength and might, all alone.

Wearily and tired.
Grew his bone.
Unable to move.
Murmuring and shouting.
Where are you? O' my gold.

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Evince Uhurebor

A prolific writer, poet and programmer all in one personality. Email: evinsian14@gmail.com