Sometimes the song dies in me
Days weigh heavy on my spine
The heart sighs for no reason
The colour drains from my vision
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My body and soul in need of rest/Lie silent till refreshed.....Many times a poet feels helpless to find words to pen. This happens to every poet! Your break carries pragmatic expression....so real! Loved reading this beautiful indigenous poem! (10)
i like the title also. catchy. ;) bri