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It Is Not My Tears by Akinwale Peace

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Akinwale Peace

It Is Not My Tears.

He has gone with the moon to fetch fire wood
He ne'er came back till the sun ruled the sea.
Hunters hoot and owls howl within sharp blades;
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

The sun licked the ocean and spat between
two worlds like teary drops and hearty aches;
Of drenching mirth and gloomy melody—
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

The fish drowned in the water when thick cloud
dragged the moon out of the sky and gave red;
No probe, no query, no knock of silence—
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

The kiss of the air are shadows of dusts
Moon fell between loves and love adored hate;
Either pose a shadow of starved yearnings—
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

The time is sick yet fleets like a drugged horse,
Time needs healing; for riches dwell in rags
and flushing heart from cradle to casket;
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

The land is a broken fiber, woven
in locks of disjointed lyrics. How will
a burnt palace reflect beauty when burnt?
It is not my tears, but I'll tear for them.

"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

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