Emerge
When we speak
some whispers
sense a hiss,
encumbered hushes
say nothing...
When we ask
how chances lost
remind us why
Each sentence tears
a willing smile down
If by chance again we asked
...nothing good
would emerge
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2019
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