The sun is burning
The moon is melting
The stars are falling
Like grenades from the sky
I'm moving forward,
With poetry as my light.
The earthis shaking
The walls is breaking
The oceans is splitting,
Shattering like broken glasses.
I'm moving forward,
With poetry as my light.
© Madinah_Writes
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
Poetry#1 in blackpoets This collection of poems is intended to give some account of the conditions in which African oral poets produce their works, and the audiences to which they address themselves. However, even the most summary account of this topic is...
