In the mirror, my skin sings songs of the earth, Deep as the night, rich with untold worth. Yet in the streets, whispers turn to screams, Shadows of hate cast over my dreams.
By Jariatu Kallonabout a year ago in Poets
In the heart of Africa, where rivers run deep, A silent whisper wakes, disturbing sleep. It comes in shadows, unseen, unheard, A fevered breath, a fatal word.
In the heart of Africa, where the sun greets the sea, Lies a land of whispers, where spirits roam free. Mountains kiss the heavens, draped in emerald green, And the rivers hum softly, in a melody serene.
*The Land of Endless Night* In the land where shadows speak, Where ancient stones beneath our feet Echo the cries of centuries past, Two peoples' hopes in sorrow cast.
In the stillness of the night, A whisper breaks the calm, Not of love or sweet embrace, But of a fist that brings her harm.
In the quiet corners of the world, Where shadows dance and hope unfurls, Lies a heart with no hand to hold, A story untold, a spirit cold.
**Fading Paws** In days gone by, you were all youth and light, A bounding joy, a star so bright. But now, old friend, your pace has slowed, Your fur, once golden, now softly snowed.
By the crash of the waves where the sea meets the sky, There’s a tale of love that will never die. In the heart of the ocean, where the sun sets low, A pirate and a mermaid let their feelings show.
In the dawn of tender youth, Where innocence meets truth, A heart untouched by sorrow, Glimmers bright, hopes to borrow.
In the halls where whispers creep, Where shadows linger, secrets seep, A world unfolds, unseen, unheard, In every glance, in every word.
In the cradle of dawn, where the sun first sings, Africa rises, with wide-spread wings. Her rivers murmur, in ancient tongues, Tales of kings and queens, their legends unsung.
In a house full of shadows, she wanders the halls, Where the echoes of laughter once painted the walls. Her footsteps are whispers, her voice barely heard, A song of longing, without a single word.
