Poems Chisels October 5, 2020 Florence Ezekafor Chisels carve the sky. Every judgment is cast away. Nature is virtue. Share postShareClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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