releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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I am Fatherless and Motherless ,That was I,A Child,Who bore witness to the Sky for help,With palms spread into the ground,Bent in sujood *Wondering when my prayers were to be answered, On days of Light ,I would watch how clouds would caress one another,How milkshakes would be formed by the pink and dreams that would […]