This is the kind of verse I aim to master, Like youth discovering beauty's sweet muster, A bond so strong, it reaches to the core, I cling to it from here to there, no more.
If it had hair, it would grow even longer, Hiding scars and traces of purity, stronger, Mine is a stranger on a bus ride so quiet, Even the market stalls, I would softly bypass.
To be saved by her kiosk's verdant grace, Or the artists whose data I borrow and embrace, Their innocence, birthed, a sight to behold, Some label it shame, abomination, dread, I'm told.
I see it as pure science, a stroke of genius, No one can sever this union, this bond, it's serious, Our homes perched high above, like eagles on a quest, Those seeking change, spread your wings, be the best.
Or hide your insecurities, like vultures encircle, Our kin, let's rekindle, the flame of life eternal, Tales forgotten, warmth by the fire's light, Ancestors' bold metals, forging futures so bright.
Spinning our blood forward, emancipated from poverty, In this rhythmic journey, we'll find our prosperity.
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LETTERS FOR MY MOTHER
PoetryThis is collective writting of words and expreciences i had with my Mother and my day to day views as a man .Now painting a view of life as we know it through my works of letters and poetry
