Let's Dance
Scratched moon
With pot holes
Shines bright
Like the sunlight
Through the
atmosphere
with wet clouds
The sun cries
And sings
Songs soft
Like Christmas birds
Flying with pride
I ride
Watching them
With a smirk
And a chest
Pumping butterflies
Up the same blue
Scratched moon
With pot holes
Let's dance
And rejoice
Our broken
Self to
Resurerct back
To our wretched
Souls maybe
We would smile again
Who knows
Copyright © Siviwe Baraza | Year Posted 2018
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