Matadors Hymn Poem by Julian Takali
Matadors Hymn
Just like how every accent withers when we sing
And how every cry numbs down when Mother arrives
And how winter scampers from summers warmth
And how the mere canvas becomes art
And how the sullen boy in my pale heart
Lets out a curl of joy from his lips
When he hears you singing the Matadors Hymn
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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