Clue Poem by Tapiwa Zungunde

Clue



As the sun rises, the crispy smell of winter fills my nostrils
Wet and foggy, the sunlight remains in a distant
Canvassed by the Samaritan, fearful my life is beyond the hills
The fruit of life, the devious ways of the serpent

My heart collides with the unexpected
Blinded, is there love in a torn land
The womb calls for her seed to return
My demise, thoughts of a changed man

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