When the eyes convey feelings.
And the eyes tread emotions
And the eyes, leads to the heart.
I watch the sun rising in different shades of yellow,
Staining green leaves,
Like a orange fellow.
And like a thief at night,
Summer comes.
Leaving the blue sky,
With birds singing why.
For their houses have been destroyed.
My eyes at the glance.
Yours revealing the peaceful nature.
Of heaven and earth.
And then my lost soul,
Find lots of beautiful friends.
Just like August's hervest,
It comes again.
© Madinah_Writes
01.08.2021
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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...
