Mesah - Hello Poetry

Mesah

24/M/Zimbabwe I believe we come to know of our purpose and the worthy of it in the instance when we respect and acknowledge those that are lesser and complimentary in our story.

love cries pens sun going fly place paper doubt bud liberate dead cart skin day fears trees pads smiles crimes tears eyes views mirage bliss hoping crime evil glance shade survive narrowed dark figures desires stay wipes grin prime piece time distance grass passion withered metals miles shadows lost hustle covered wood fauna arms flora bees alas beautiful happy hope wait gift places live pain union blossoms mumble answered ashes tufted cover combed logs houses lifespan reflect flaws stare cracked happiness shot allergic ooh hymn paths figured determination sat wings beings purpose tragic greatly things bottom fear majestic faces dust whistles fueled steadfast shattered agreed felt refreshing stomped doctor stands glass inch stashed perseverance patience requires skewed lids times enemy lack hoped faint thunder seeds chilling cores algae ashamed believed roots asked abide midst tiny heart plastering yellow vision steadily changed dream shallow rejected forward hollowed dawned break merry despair