A PLACE WHERE GREEN BURNS: GREEN BURNS Is where poverty pours fire inside their minds Break them into black Little leaves. Dying in the burning day as flame When the big tree yard is small. A footprint of smoke Descends as burnt offering & they hide in the cloud. We dance in a choke of worries Till we become grey madness A footprint of smoke All our mouths could speak Is blame- smoke-blame- smoke. Till the year run all over. TWO Out of repair. The blessing gate is Hanging half…
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