My heart is the distance,
Between the lifetime of human existence.
My head is a cup of tea
Filled with the underworld's echos and the ocean's heat.
My eyes are two coffee cups
Raised, and dropped.
Today,
I won't write about the summer rain
Or crystal winter snows.
I won't talk about the autumn falls
Or spring's warmth.
Today, I'll talk about me.
Because I am four seasons in one.
Hot, cold, warm,
I'm all.
My tears are heated, my smile is frozen
My hug is warm, my personality is a dozen!
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Home Is Freedom (An African Poetry)
PoetryWe express poetry in various forms, yet always communicate its message distinctively, sometimes with a beat or without a rhyme. However, some of the most intensely expressive poetry is highly descriptive and uses language that creates images and fee...
