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When I think of the streets,
the hood, the alleyways,
I think of the liars, the rapists, the cheats.
When I speak of the poverty,
the hunger, the thirst,
I speak of the drunks, the fools, the cursed.
When I dream of the wild,
the nature, the air,
I dream of the bears, the storms, the snares.
When I talk of the cities,
the crowds, the lights,
I talk of the hate, the traffic, the fights.
When I whisper of the abuse,
the bruises, the marks,
I whisper of the terror, the screams, the narcs.
But when I shout of the joy,
the forgiveness, the delight,
I shout of the wonders, the love, the bird that takes flight.
Written on the 06/10/18
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Heart Candy
PoetryA collection of poetry. Heart Candy is an assortment of poems that came straight from the heart, for the heart. From confusion and heartache to sweet tender love, these poems express only what the heart yearns to say.
