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Ruswsza David Mar 2018
Poetry __

Poetry is not
For the weak hearted
Or feeble minded
If you want
To prove
Me wrong
Try *****
And the likes will tell you the story.

David R.Amooti 2018.
The written word
Ruswsza David Mar 2018
I REMEMBER. DO YOU

In the wake of season
You formed the twig;
In the wreck of reason
You formed the bud
You my love.

In the emptiness of thought
You flowered and caught
The hollowness of my sight,
From the petals of your goodness
You my love.

In the guise of self
You bore the fruit
For the gust of our heart
And the gust of our lust
Gushed at last out from my thirst
You my love.

Of the kindness of your being
Of the likeness of your seeing
I saw the living
The living that made me
Made me think now
Of the cling we swing.

You my love
Now here we're
In the paths
Of life's long longing journey,
Jogging trotting trekking;
In arms of despair, we spare
For the care of our love;
Our children!

— The End —