Read Poetry: BiTs And PieCEs, by Yegon Winston

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The clouds were teeming with rain,
And from a distant hut, smoke wafted,
You pulled me close…and deeply kissed me,
Held the moment, with the hands of stolen time,
Your fingers dancing on my skin,
And that was goodbye,
The last whole piece of you,
Left me in the tornado of pain and loneliness,
Where my tears, became one with the rain drops,
And bits and pieces that flowed into the river.

Like that smoke, that in the mist disappeared,
So are the memories of the days we shared,
Like leaves, that fall and by the wind swept,
So are the memories of nights you touched me,
The rattling pieces that my heart is,
Reminds me of days we danced in the sunset by the river,
Now all that is left are bits and pieces that slowly fade.

Well, It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I live in the…

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