Poetry

She exhaled flamesShe sweated tearsShe coughed up oilShe tasted deathAnd noise she heard This is how our mother is nursedBut thank God we have been

You told me that I would find your loveIn the galaxies aboveI knew that it would be hardWith all those perfect luminous stars But like

I do not know what day it isMy husband has died and my children are hungryI seem to see blurry most days, my head is

Your kiss is a melody to my attentive earsYour touch is a softener to my untamed heartYour gaze is a hypnotizer to my racing mindYour

If 7 billion people took the words;“It’s too late to happen, it won’t make a difference”Out of their mouths and instead insisted;“I will make a

A helmet of salvation A breastplate of righteousnessA shield of faithA belt of truthShoes of peaceAnd a sword of spirit These are the 6 armours

Tonight we criedAsleep wed rather beAlone we feelAnd cold we are 4 pillows beofre2 pillows now One sheet we sharedAN alone figure we feared Body

You are a warroir. From day one you swamWhen you thought you didn’t know-howFrom day one you gave loveWhen you thought you had none You

For as the flora needs light and love to flourishI must remember that I too am part of this cycleAnd the only way that I

Will you bleed with me? The wind, tenderly floating and dancing around Storm, the rose, stroked her petal and whispered to her;“Why does a beautiful,

What an ironic feeling, catching a past soul mateWhere once young dreams were dreamt aboutPleasant memories were in the makingAnd one big future was being

Just as the wind blew over the sand Gently sweeping her off her groundHolding her in his soft aired hand She thought that she was