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 Jan 2021 Hope
nivek
restrained and yet set free
to be a songster
within these spindly words
a poet can be dancing
 Jan 2021 Hope
Luna Maria
I N K
 Jan 2021 Hope
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Jan 2021 Hope
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jan 2021 Hope
Khoisan
Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain
a message of hope to all parents
Of
the
Third world child

— The End —