Black Poetry : When

[skrybble7]

When it’s over and men are the harvest moon,
are rainbows and women as the rain,
and the world is awash in the life of yesterday
will you see the faint glow?
The promise of tomorrow in today?
When it is said and done and forever calls
the course of every castle constructed by the hands
of time and tide
Will your arms be open wide?
Even as the desolate spaces that answer the call of crows and ravens
Embracing open sky will you be denied?
When it’s over and a quiet dawn weaves and bends it’s rays about the clouds
mountains and trees to gingerly turn the swarthy hues of my solemn solitude
when it’s over and men are oaks in the desert and women as
the dunes that roll low from here to the horizon
blown in an arid breeze will you finally be free?

Map ‘05

 

[1poetsought]

If not THEN...

I see the promise of tomorrow in your work today.

Thanks for sharing the gift.

 

[$$RICH$$]

I second that this is proof to tomorrow to come .....

I really like how u created this for the( when it happen )
keep speaking i'm listening to ya !

 

[GHETTOAMBITION]

YES MY BRATAH I WILL BE FREE...LOL
I WAS FEELIN YO DROP
SO FLO ON
VERY NICE WRITTEN



BLACKLUV AND BP

 

[skrybble7]

Thanks 1Poet. I always appreciate your reading me.
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Thanks for taking the time to listen to a brotha, Rich.
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Thanks Ms. G.A.. Here's to some freedom. lol
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