Poem Hunter
SN (13th October 1980 / lagos, nigeria)


When the heart heaves
And air is let out
It is a sigh.
Emotion rising to the flurry,
We often know the cause;
Dispirited moaning,
Impassioned feeling -
All we desire leaves us
Dry; unaccomplished.
The sigh seems to condone,
Even if it does not
Do so well enough.

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