An Acrostic Poem About Africa
A mother, a haven, a mystery,
Faithful to her customs, proud of her history.
Rain cannot help but fall for her potential,
Irrespective of season, his tears for her are but torrential.
Comely she looks, clad in evergreen.
Admirers flock to her; enticed by her beauty’s sheen.
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The above poem is my first ever acrostic poem i wrote back in the year 2022. I wrote it in admiration to beauty of my beautiful continent Africa. This poem is part of my book of poems I am yet to publish on Amazon, be on the lookout, it’s gonna be 🔥.
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