Sturdy as a mountain
Frail as a lonely soul
It stands rooted in a clearing,
Green nature keeping it's distance.
Nature gives up its cherished air,
The mud house takes it sparingly,
For it's nostrils can permit,
Only but a little.
An old mother lies on the thach
Buried in her huge thoughts
And with her little light
She finds a home in her mud house
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Unvoiced Thoughts// Poetry Collection //
PoetryFormally titled 'Poems'. Beautiful cover made by KiannaWrites01 This is a collection of random poems. Pls, note that this poem is straight from my heart. Each chapter represents an emotion I have felt. All of the poems here are mine. Forgive me...
