Green Moss On Cracked Wall
Hold back your thoughts,
I have my doubts;
your mouth from clatter,
hear birds twitter.
Take that gaze off my eyes,
till your tear dries.
If you pry into this jolly heart,
you find a stubborn dart:
lump of aching hurts,
which culture skirts.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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