poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Fruits and chimes Joyous people we areTo be at the fruit of our livesWhat is love and how can one loveIf he or she doesn’t know himselfHow can we claim on loveOn such a powerful thingWhen we cannot even fathom Gods loveHuman loveTo love anotherLike you love yourselfOr you love your brotherGods love so pureSo […]