Ethiopian Harrar
A warm caress.
On the tip of my tongue
A sweet embrace.
That reminds me of a time
Long. Ago.
Hakuna matata
Says this cup.
Soothing Whispers
Of encouragement.
Everything is fine.
Steaming sweet nothings
Onto my taste buds.
Thankyou
Ethiopian Harrar.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| The People Of London | 0 | 03/08/2013 |
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| As I Lie My Head | 0 | 03/05/2012 |
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| Why? | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| Mom | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| Baby | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| My Day | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
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| Dedication: Najee Menefee | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| Men Women and Children | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Writers Block | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| My Inspiration | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
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| Forgiveness | 1 | 05/20/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| It Cant Be | -1 | 05/20/2009 |
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| Me Versus My Heart | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
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