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A Forgotten Place
This forgotten land whispers tales of old, Echoes of struggles, triumphs, and stories untold, In the shadows of history, it quietly weeps, A place where the past forever sleeps. The Barannqwe's gentle flow, a melancholy sigh, As dead cattle lie, and abandoned graveyards gleam by, Unaccomplished forefathers' dreams linger in the air, Dinalanyana, Matomporo, and Sandweza's despair. Khuting, Mpenteke, and Kobonngo gums stand tall and strong, Watchful sentinels, guarding Kachikau's partly bare grounds all day long, Mampimpinyane's leaps with grace, in Kataba's verdant heart, Dropping bitter tears, where Kgosi Mologasele's legacy departs. But amidst the desolation, a beauty starts to seep, A resilience that rises, like the morning sun's warm creep, In every crumbling stone, a story's yet untold, Of lives lived, loved, and lost, in this forgotten land of old. The wind whispers secrets, through the rustling trees, Of ancestors who walked, with weary, hopeful knees, Their footsteps echoing, through the ages past, A testament to struggles that will forever last. In this forgotten land, where memories reside, A beauty lingers, that will not subside, For in its ancient heart, a pulse still beats, A rhythm of resilience that will forever repeat.
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