Nigerian forum: Literature - A Walk Through The Desert
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24 Feb 2015 19:26

In a chilling morning,the dew drops were falling,the cold was almost freezing my blood;I was shaking profusely owing to the harsh wheather.Walking through the lonely forest path to check my fishing net had been a routine that I had always enjoyed save on this NOVEMBER morning.I could only hear the morning choruses and the sound of rushing water from a network of creeks that seasonally water the oases,and the wind-nature`s gift to is in huge supply.
The sound of rushing wind is a regular company one can enjoy or dread,a gust of wind and sand strolling violently from a point to another can be dangerous if not deadly.Just dont get in its way...

Edited by Awsomelov / 27 Feb 2015 15:57
25 Feb 2015 19:00

Is this a poem or what???