In the heart of Harlem, where dreams unfold,
Langston’s words, a symphony bold,
Through love’s embrace, stories are told,
A testament to the brave and the old.
His pen, a beacon in the darkest night,
Writing of love, shining so bright,
With every verse, a new insight,
Into the struggles and the fight.
Love, a river flowing deep and wide,
In Hughes’ poetry, it does reside,
Connecting souls on either side,
A beautiful journey, a soulful ride.
From the streets of Harlem, echoing the song,
Of love’s endurance, ever so strong,
In Langston’s words, we all belong,
To a legacy, where hearts beat along.