Monthly Archives: May 2016

No More

My tears are dried up
like the rivers in
the harmattan

They are sealed
in the inner sanctum
of my soul

Now, you must cry for me
for I’ve no more
tears left

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Shades of Freedom (4)

Freedom is walking barefoot
In the morning drizzle
Taking a leak while at it
Purging your mind of all its cares

Freedom is taking a stroll
On a bright moon day
Imagining you’re the brightest star
On which men make their wishes