Whimpers Of The Grass Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya
Whimpers Of The Grass
Dear butterflies,
I am the grass tuff by the edge,
It is nearly September and dry,
The soils have dried and cracked,
Graveyard beneath is destitute,
I am sad, lonely and mourning,
For winds are sodomising plains,
We the grass are most vulnerable
Please pass this message to trees
And talk about their inlaw the exe,
Please take this message seriously😭
A poignant rendition nicely crafted with insight. Thanks for sharing, Gabriel.
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4/30/2024 11:23:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing piece