Dawn

Singing yet a new song
We rise
From the ashes of dead dreams
We rise
We are the voices of reason
We arise with whispers of rhyme
For we summon the seasons

Jude Ifeme


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  1. UnknownJanuary 13, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Nice one..
    Happy new Year..

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  2. Ngozi NzegwuJanuary 13, 2011 at 2:02 PM

    Happy new yr jude, welcome to the season of the miraculous!

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  3. Jude IfemeJanuary 13, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    @ 2cute: Happy new year!!!
    @ Ngozi: Indeed...
    We all made it, and that matters most. May your inks flow and your thoughts flourish this year.

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    Im a big fan. keep the pen moving :)

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  5. MyneJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    Simple and cute. Happy New Year...

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