Wildflower secrets upon
the arms of beloved Gia
are thrown into the faces
of ignorant lovers of self.
Pollen caches upon
hesitant, black statues -
those in thought;
Nubian Thinkers.
Faces change with
the circle of seasons,
releasing curtains
of endless emotions.
immobile - buried
up to their necks,
because all they do
is sit and ponder.
Statues ponder,
but cannot move
and flowers speak,
but we cannot hear.
Listen to the
Nubian statues
and carry
the secrets of life.







Devious Comments
loved the poem, i can picture it, great imagery.
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I may be crazy, but the little people in my head can still kick your ass!
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