color i think is wasted on males and northern climes
Give me mother Africa — Mother India. Not the Pharoahnic or Brahmic ruled — but a happy ambiguity.
put your ear to the earth — listen. i hear rumbling.
love bursting forth in little earthquakes
taken together — a ring of fire to crack the sad earth's husk and pour forth true loveliness
About the Creator
Michael Bee
Freelance human
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