We love like we won’t ever find love again,
Like love doesn’t come around each turn

and each bend,
Like love isn’t hidden in every stranger we meet,
In every new city
and every new street.

We love like the world would collapse if we didn’t,
We love like we do because we don’t know any different.

The face to
the sun shine
squints to see.
The sun shines
to the face
like a smile
brightens up.
The lunar a
rub off from
the sun gives
the lesser light
but full of
unimaginable subtle
energy that controls
our moods,
the ebbs and
tide of the ocean,
and the season.
If your heart
refused to speak
to love,
then it is
meaningless for
the moon bleeds
and calls out
to the deep
and mysteriously
gloriously dreamy.
The blood moon
is out looking down.
Change is hard,
but it's here.
How can we
escape these things.
The mind is
not ignorant
of this truth,
and it's not
that simple too.
To understand
the silent swept
barrenness of the mind,
like the moon
is profoundly complex.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Smile, when you feel like smiling

Scream, when you feel like screaming

Dance, when you feel like dancing

Cry, when you feel like crying

Ignore, what society says

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