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Koena Mothiba Poem
Twin brother
Out of love we were born
Over some years we grew
From young to old
With thee I played, ate and cry
In the world huge open
At first grade oh Lord we failed
In sorrows and preparation
Us worked and succeeded
Both on same bed we slept
Somewhere, hiding self
From scary dark
Sorry for the village cruelty
Saving thee is me possibly wishing
I should be telling this
On the face
Though I'm not good talker
IN writing I’m gifted
Let me spell word down
For thee read someday
Let me tell thee aren’t alone
With thee I’m with
Through spirit holy
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Koena Mothiba Poem
What is it?
I see it, hanging there
On the wall not even fall
Black in colour, small sized, round shaped
For a while through days
I thought it isn’t me thinking
That her style isn’t hers
I chose between curvy streets
Huge and noisy
A thing she may love
Thinly and tinny
Amazing hat.
Copyright © Koena Mothiba | Year Posted 2015
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Koena Mothiba Poem
My love
Oh how gentle and cute thee is
Standing there
You did my legs freeze
I hope I shall yours be
For though I’m miles away
In thee arms I’ll be
I’ll come on Sunday
The day you are holy
And we will stay upon bench
Listening bird singing
Song composed
For you and I.
By koena mothiba
Copyright © Koena Mothiba | Year Posted 2015
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