Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Black Joy Of Living

Black joy of living soul
An open mind is a souvenir, but
An open grave is a destiny
Dancing stars means joy, but
Dying life acquaint the loss
Dwelling hopes calls, but
Broken hearts responds
Sleeping angels are happy, but
Watching evils are hungry
Evergreen land we crave for, but
Wrecked bodies we get
Blue skies it looks, but
Falling heavens on our heads
Extremely love we feel, but
Hatred life we live

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 29, 2010

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  • Katie Lathrop (7/1/2010 4:48:00 PM)

    i love this poem it is great. this is my kind of writing great job

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