Patience Poem by MAHAMMA ADRIANNE

Patience



There was her head all ears.
Face dark and dead,
Her eyes wide open,
And the soul so bare.
Yet she smiles, laughs,
Shouts and weeps,
And spring, a beautiful light.
Thence the crops grow full ears
With tentacles everywhere.
Together, they shall abide infinite
As though were a war in history
With neither a victor nor vanquished.

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