Poe Kid Dreams

As I child, my heart free

Letters, all I saw

Afraid, never too scared

My eyes looped

observing

Mango trees, banana peels

The above, without depth

Bicycle rides, leg walking

All around Barnawa

Heat sinking on skin

Black baked

God created

Circles rotated

Dirty hands

Wash anew

Sounds, birds

Night rain

Dust settled

Street shinning

All in me

Beat by beat

Cardiac release

Moral never snatched

Action ignited by curiosity

Bare feet, no hugs

Words, my only sibling

As I kid,

dreams and moons

Was all I ever had

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