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  Jun 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.
Love must have fooled me with others but you
I still feel your touch on my skin
Your kisses on my neck
Your breath when you sleep
I still hear your heart beat while closer to my chest
I still have those beautiful dreams every night
I wake up with you on my mind
Like there's no one I have loved like I loved you
Sunflower
A shine of the Indian complexion from your skin
Like you were dipped in gold
And maybe that's why I find myself bedazzled by you
For you are truly an angel
Beautiful and intelligent
With a sultry smile enough to make the sun shine
And leave the sunflowers still beautiful
I guess you are my sunflower
With that brown soft skin
You smile same way its petals stretch out
From afar a glimpse of the field on which you grow leaves me falling in love with you more and more
Can you feel the sweet sun on your skin
Can you see its smile in the sky as it spreads out
Can you see the birds fly as well
Singing beautifully
Can you feel the morning you couldn't wait to wake up in from last night
Can you smell the sweet waft of morning coffee
Can you hear the noise in the city from car engines and welding machines
If you can
Be grateful
You have made it to a new day
Living in the tomorrow you promised yourself yesterday
It's a new day
Let's celebrate
Thank God for the gift of life in these pandemic times
  Jun 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Mel
I can't seem to
                              think
Without your
                    Face
Swimming inside my
                                          My head
06/15/2021
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