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Petals Bleed (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The poetry of the roseIs of beauty and pain.Tempting to the touch,Till blood lays the stain. Perspective is everythingFor many won’t see her good.In the aftermath of her lover’s hurtShe is often misunderstood. Beauty is a blessing,And a curse indeed.For when you feel the pain-It’s really the petals that bleed. By: Phanuel Ayelum.

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Love’s Last Dance

I don’t know how much time you and I have left together and in all honesty, I do not want to.Because the truth is, we might not make it of here alive and so if we don’t, if this last time you and I get to be together, please take my hand and don’t letContinue reading “Love’s Last Dance”

To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Literacy is a gift; Often not realised, Literacy literally- Gives access to other minds. To read is to think; Through another minds thought, An acquisition of perspective, A way to be taught. To write is to share oneself; Across minds and across time, To be transposed into script, To be indelible in time… By :Continue reading “To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”