Whispers of the Heart
We have walked tides and storms
We have fed the morn with love songs
Like the dying out of a gong
The moon
Has faded in our hearts
with warmth
.
The rain is drizzling under Twilight
Birds are splitting through daylight
On a swing in the East
Listening to tapping feet
Appearing in dangling hips
You're a dime piece
.
For I walk on your mellifluous lips
And whirl to the liss
In your eyes and lids
Copyright © Kofi Acquah | Year Posted 2020
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