Emomoemi Johnson Newcourt Writing

Creaking, the thistles tumbled To the ground - as of that thud on Pluto. Breaking, the thorns thawed As a wicked zephyr throttled Nature's pipes; ..

I shall kiss the East wind, Fall upon his garment. I shall snuggle up to self-loss, Go to the stars. - See more at: http://www.voicesnet.com/displa..

Frail was when Nezugbo winced, rose-thorn In hand, pricked when last night Rolled up amid the loud silence Of a tumbling rock Flinched at the d..

I swept the dusty winds far beyond the burning horizons the desert mothers have fed the storms with floating fears with bloated tears they've cal..

It's a protest poem against child marriages in some cultures.

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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