My Heart In Your Hut
The strands that hold my heart
Wither with all time spiral of smoke
In thy dense foggy village hut
My sweet soul is all soot coated
Someone has to lend it a white robe
that which has no cobweb mosaic
For the serenade of the winds invites
it to a wild party...
There is a crescendo of hooting
amid excruciating incessant looting
of the treasures of happiness
The pods of the hurt heart
may forever abide in thy hut
for the World party is invite-only.
Copyright © Kilalo Mwashighadi | Year Posted 2015
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