The mountain top
is wrapped in mist,
so cloudy that
i can't see.
Right there,
there is dense
fog dripping water,
out of nowhere.
Whenever my
heart hurts,
my head aches,
my soul mourns
and cries out in
sobs and groans.
Moaning softly like
a child whose
fingers were smashed,
all the body aches.
My eyes cries too,
my face suffers
with salty tears
dropping down to
my mouth,
even as it
drools with saliva,
my nose dripping
with slimy stuff
to warn of
how much
i hurt inside.
My heart misses you,
I miss you.
Close your eyes
so that your soul
can see through
the heart to
know how much
you mean to me.
Even in daylight
the heart can
still be surrounded
by darkness as
it is broken.
But you can
now know that
even the fallen
leaves are the
most beautiful,
they will always
blend in synergy
with the sand to
form the manure
for yet another
beautiful beginning
to sprout a seed
for the growth
of every plant
that gradually grows
into an Iroko tree.
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