my heart in struggle

My heart begs to be seen
From the fusion
of light and death
That passes the skin

It calls to the stranger
Travelling on foot
to be fed by bread
That kills poison
and disease

None look too busy
Eyes turns on
in their usual
sewing and steam

The sands and
remnant breathe
Half wake
with hands they lift

I parted hands
With nature
and kiss the night
I carry deep within

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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