At the guava tree
Infront of our house
I saw blessing flow.
The howls in the night that kept thieves a way
gave me mercy’s
a girl was born.
and I that was lost in the world was found
like a creature that reproduces
I was brought into the house again.
Night is not the only dark house, I know
There are other darker places after it, like his soul on a frightful evening.
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Woman
Poetry'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
