there are moments
when hope thrives
in every tiny cell
encoding my life
there are days when
my skin knows how
to do much more
than simply age
instructing my voice
to chant with the ardor
of a thousand songs
of passionate longing
coaxing commanding
my heart to beat with the
vibrantly sensual rhythms
of a thousand lovers
in these times my spirit
twines like hungriest vines
over every mossy rock
and painted stone
then explores my heart
each wildly winding path
that binds this mount
to distant shores
Wonderful. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Nomzi.
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It’s the truth, you are passionate with your poems. When I grow up I want to be like you.
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