Man Kind
The sea knows the dialect of tides and waves
The wind knows the cavities of the earth
And the feet are a pleasure to the face of the ground
Hold me by the waist with the rope of compassion
Keep me warm from the tasteless frost
Collect my body from the slippery san
Because we are gangs and sum
On soil for one
And one like the rendezvous of flowering branches
Copyright © Jejemey Ayanfeolorun | Year Posted 2020
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