On My Gloomy Days Poem by 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.

The water in them is so pure hearted, so as they swirl, curving my soul to cleansing.

The bush birds sing hymns of joy, reminding me of my Jewish love days.I find my self buried within their hymns.

I began to build skycrappers of imagination, like a child born poor, with lots of imagery things just to fit in the environment.

The foamy rocks on the river bank are my Sofa's.
I watch my movie in the blue light as the clouds gets pregnant from my own imagination.

All shall pass though,
All shall pass..

©Mumu da Poet