Mumu Da Poet

On my gloomy days

When my soul had, endured it all.
I sit beneath the essence of nature, curve along with the rivers of my village.
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Brokenness

A needle with a thread,
Stitching my heart particles into one again,
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millions of fights I've recorded with you,
Deep bruises that still bleeds even today,
Echoes of harmful words that corroded my sensitivity,
Cold nights, with rough blowing tongues,
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we both know that this will end,
We are both certain that we would never last,
No matter how much flames, we have for each,
But this, will never last,
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Let the rivers laugh, as we cohabit underit's influence,
Let the stars rain light as we wander in the dark,
Let the leaves store our struggles so they could perish in winter,
Let the enchanting roads share testimonies of my sweat,
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my dreams bring your face closer to the heart of my palms.

When the moon whispered to the stars, I knew that love was born from my heart.
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The lips were intimately before we kiss,
With all the French kisses all over,
Her breast kept on inviting my hands,
Her curvy body drowned my thoughts deeper in the sheets on love.
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Today the radio played our song,
Through this long distance and cold depth of space between us,
I was forced to remember you,
I looked next to the side of my bed where you used to lay,
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When the night becomes a choir of sad songs,
When the chirping voices of birds are no-more,
Only trials of siren laughters,
That bims next door.
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When I met you,
I had a conversation with my backbone.
Pinky swear, told the leaves not to tell,
The sun to memorize that day,
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You are the balloon that inflated me with different gases, you're the helium of my joy,
The hydrogen of my smiles,
The nitrous of brightness,
And my oxygen of love
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To hang my self from my own breath,
Trying to yield hope into my stinking breath,
My breath has pores, pausing through the road way to my nostrils.
To dig a grave with your hands,
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I wish you could feast on the knowledge of my love,
How you light up my smile when you walk by,
How fervently I had studied the magnetic fields of your heart that attracts a bipolar heart,
How you had become a part of me without even me realising that am now drowning in the same sea am swimming into.
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If love is happy place,
Then let me rest me heavy head on it,
From the arms of the ocean,
To the winds of the trees,
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The body of a woman is a museum,
Full of archived sweetness.
Every inch of her landscape is sensitive,
Her toes are sensitive when kissed with precision,
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When my tongue is not strong enough to pronounce your name,
And my eyes so weak to remember you,
Let my lips remember the taste of your laughter.
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This is how I shrink my days,
In a bottle of capped vodka.
Maybe once my blood has turned Into alcohol I will call you.
Cause every drunkeness I feel makes me think about you.
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THE NIGHT
Theme: Love
This is the night where I deposit these poems inside of you,
Where I transfer my soul to you,
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