The calligraphy of incensed smoke fills my thoughts,
Staring at his mouth calling my aunts and uncles
Who seek a slab over my unbreathing head.
Is this where dreams all come to die? Where the
Maker warned we will be misled into cavorting with Evil?
Romeo fell up the balcony while the bats
Roamed the sky, catching the bugs in his
Poetry. The melody cast a shadow at Juliet’s
Door and with his head over her heels,
Her heart was gripped by the lyrics
Pouring into the secrecy of that instant.
Not because of my hair, so fine it weaves
Itself into landscapes of rolling hills,
Or tangos as tightly as two lovers’ wills
Hope is always avaialble. Learn from the Master #VoluntasTua
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…Some say stop counting the dead, for dread needs a father.
So as I toss and turn, afraid the virus gets anymore fodder, …
It’s weird that pain brings togetherness
Where handshakes were fake, and escape
Was the constant. Now we crave to touch,
We crave so much as the mask falls off
To reveal the despair on the…
That all she’s got,
It’s all she’s got.
How does God punish our wrongdoings? Exactly like this:
This is a poem by Meuna who is 7 years old on his mother’s birthday: enjoy.