stop blocking yourself
let it pour freely
allow the breath to indulge your hope
the sweetly dirty river sparkling under the morning sun
the spicy smell of the street carries me away
don't worry about tomorrow
such an easy thing to say
such a hidden thing to feel
the birds will sing their song
the roses will wither & die before bloom
and you will wake
to feel the breath of hope
carry you through another sweetly dirty, sparkling, spicy day.
"all is well on the hippie front"
chocolate always helps:)
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and words breathe life to emptiness.
wanyala, naabi.
(thank you very much in Lugisu, the region i lived in in Mbale for a month)
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