Hello

hello, stranger, former lover. how quickly love turned to indifference when friends turn to adversaries, like grape vine turned sour, there is hope. love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin. but when friends turn strangers, like a fruitful fig tree now barren, hope withers falls to the ground and dies. hello, stranger…

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Love is a mixtape

Listen to the voice of the wind Caressing your heart To the soft crooning of Love making your heart dance wildly Listen to the melody of a heart Stirred by passion Listen, oh listen To reggae, to blues To soul Love is a mixtape, a symphony It’s Beethoven, Brahms, Bach. And jazz And hip-hop. It’s…

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Hope is a tender sprig

Hope is a tender sprig Sprouting in the soft Soil of morning. It does Not yet know of the glare Of the harsh sun, how the Moisture that sustains it will Bubble over, boil and cook its Root, how the very particles That opened up to let it rise Will conspire to choke its existence….

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Home is where the heart is

when i saw you today, my hands wanted to climb your body, like vines, wound myself around your heart. you are sturdy like the Iroko tree, rooted firmly in the tropical rainforest of my heart. my shoots draw sustenance from you. underneath your strong branches, i find solace, rest my aching soul on your trunk….

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