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Flavours

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Written by Alex Hodson

Friday, 30 May 2008

There's a little boy with his head on his thighs, Scratching for food in the buzzing of flies, He finds some crumbs on the dusty earth, Screaming with hunger, he tastes their worth To find flavours on his tongue, From shackles of hunger now he's sprung Over mountains with crests of snow, With joy he begins to grow A birds wings that fly him up to starry skies And moonlit nights that dazzle his eyes, He sees the deep, blue sea with awe, He tastes the air, unafraid to fall. His soul born upwards from that dusty earth, Remembering the flavours of life since birth, He finds his wings of white alive, And flies on upwards into those heavenly skies. Copyright 2008 Alex Hodson Keyword: starvation hunger Africa flavours dreams crumbs food snow sea sky heaven wings white Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments (4) Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-05-30 16:39:34 .... fucking amazing poem here! man, you blew me away with this one. i just had to let you know. + Report this comment Posted by Hodders 2008-05-30 16:41:47 .... Thanks! Great 2 hear you liked it! + Report this comment Posted by lemon 2008-05-30 23:40:30 .... Very nice. I liked the way you described his "taste" and how it made him feel. keep posting :) + Report this comment Posted by chaabuk 2008-07-24 01:41:48 .... Freedom and emancipation is everyone's dream, be it a man or a woman, black or white. The feeling in the heart never gives up but the hope soars. As much as the boy himself. Lovely. + Report this comment Post a comment Post a comment

 

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