Bob

the dry rain of memory
covers the mirror of the heart
with the swirling dust
of lives already lived

in the desert of whimpering winds
spiritual nomads search in vain
for a singing saviour
to share their pain

while long passed poets
roll over in their tombs
blinded by anguish
and hiding their shame



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2017-10-19 at 12:24

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Liked the way you played with images. Three distinct images in three beautiful stanzas.
2017-10-20



Beautiful use of metaphors! Love it.
Ashe
2017-10-19