Joy
Joy is pure as a melody
It is in the blue tranquillity of the sky
It is like birds, flying through our existences
Only to go away from us, in time
When it is gone we fall into the void of our weakness
We wonder and ponder
All seems dull to the eye
Endangered by our sorrows
Spark and perfect bliss is lost
Dancing turns into mourning
Sinking in our dreams
All joy is lost
Copyright © Theodore Amahle Ndlovu | Year Posted 2021
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