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• Introduction

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• The Poems

Introduction

Dear reader, the year is speeding so fast; so much has occurred that we need to pause, put our hands on our knees, and take deep breaths. You’re not the only one feeling that way; even still, there’s much more to be grateful for.

This week’s newsletter is an “Ooosh”, sweet chilli pepper!🌶️

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Starting…

Poem 1: In Twinkles

In twinkles, Stars become an ocean.
In the fights, blows become an ocean too.
But why have you allowed yourself to dry up?

In the wisdom scrolls, 
Souls are meant to wake up when the other slept.
Get up and clean your tears.

Stir your life in a coffee mug and drink it.
The world is cruel, I know.
Heartbreak hurts so deeply.
To be served such breakfast—
puts you in a state of 
endless 
Pythagoras 
theorem.

Stir your motivation inside a Cappucino.
Put off the candle
Let all the stress of life find its way out.

Poem 2: Dust grain

I will fill you up.
Red wine drop sounds into the wine cup.

Every dust grain shines in the Sun.
You’ve been loamy inside for too long.

Over here, no rotation of the world causes night.
It is about shining in the Sun and being like that all eternity.

Who dares take you away from Sun?
Who dares look at the Sun?
Do they want to finish?
Do they want to turn into a baboon? Zazuu?
Abi wan fe siwin ni?

Poem 3: Fire is Like Humans

Fire is like humans
It dances and burns.
Turns wood to black.
When it dies, where does it go?