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With the skies all ruby

she used to come

with buckets of salads on her cart

eyes brown, cheerful as the sun

with a battered visage

and pretty scars

We knew she suffered

we knew she cried

her fruits abroad

and none too nigh

to stop her falls

and steel her spine

now age with vigour

steals her spine

Us miners asked for fun

how does life treat you

how’s her arm

“like Rosebeds” she would say

“like the Rain


while she talked of petals

we knew she meant thorns

while we thought of droplets

she meant storms.

  • Caleb Nmeribe #Carlflame