I am running around,
My eyes are looking up at the sky,
So many stars looking down at me,
We play a game called Twinkle Twinkle,
The stars eyes’ open and shut,
They appear to say Twinkle, Twinkle,
I open and shut my eyes to say Twinkle, Twinkle ,
Now there are so so many stars in the African sky,
Going Twinkle, Twinkle,
I can’t keep up with them,
I keep looking up,
I didn’t hear my Grandma call out,
“Look where you are going”
Bump went I into the tree,
These twinkles are coming from nowhere,
There’s more to the African sky than meets the eye.
My Africa is a beautiful Continent. I enjoyed your poem.
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It does bring up wonderful emotions of good feelings and joy. Thank you.
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