The Fruits

A poem

💔 Broken hearts They sit and wonder… Why?

Like the morning breaks The dust of past souls Blissfully shimmer Igniting the breeze Of the new day dawn

The journey never ends Yet our sorrows Claim space in this world The growing roots From life To yesteryears calm Beyond the realm, we know

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Broken hearts They burn the thoughts of… Why?

The gaps between the natural green Where light shines Through a million eyes Yet the stillness does remain So the pain delves deeper The loss is deeper still

Goodbye season Where acceptance always wins The mighty palm A witness to the falling wine Stoked with contradiction So the hearts… They carry on

George Odarquaye Lamptey