The first time I heard your name, I wrote it on the soil, then the wind came and blew it away. Secondly, I wrote on the soil again, then the water came and washed it away. Thirdly, I wrote it on the sky, then the clouds covered it.
Lastly, I wrote it in my heart, where it can stay safely, and nothing can disturb it.
-Piwokuhle Piwo
Piwo! This poem is so lovely, and it makes my heart happy. You are so talented with both language and sentiment. Thank you for your heart writing. Keep publishing more of it here, dear one!
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