Saturday, March 24, 2018

Poetic Drought

my poetic drought, my scarcity,
comes to an end,
as words formed rhymes,
verses decanted,
onto the paper, that is my heart,
my poetic drought, my scarcity,
comes to an end
-Kazi

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