Lesson 31
Loveis better to make
than to write about.
Yet write I must for I think I can find love,
or its bones in these words. Or maybe,
the blood with which to infuse hearts
that are dry and unbeating nowadays.
I see a wave of people walk and talk,
in droves on streets all around the world
with hearts calcified. Maybe my words,
red with the blood of love, can wake them up;
can make hearts beat. What is poetry
if not a lover’s longing lilt looking to lift
their beloved’s eyes, and show them the world
is good, worth loving, and even worth living?
Love is better to make than write about, but
I love the world, and I love words. I love.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-06 at 14:03
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