My Poor Me Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

My Poor Me



Dear me oh little breath
the sky of poor me
raining inside, the glove I
I like the globe sea, the forest trees
I am amazed in lockets
How deadly I clock the more
the minor poor me,
my hand with a magnifier
I see my lips

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The world cry is seen now after many problems faced, the covid, the wars etc
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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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