A Sight For Sore Eyes - Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi
but the leaves are falling,
sun and moon head to head
the tide has one lip locked on skyline
but the door is sealed tight
molten desert is waxing wet.
A tear drops, echoes resounding
but the tear leaves a scarlet trail
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