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Lost To Discover

i lost to discover i silently stayed silent without talk snaking through the silence of thought as i stayed silent without walk as i stood amid the roar that caught me for a moment in matter than lot in my hand the grains of sand i got through my fingers and hand as i thought, how shall the solemn song be sung? how shall my burial rite be done? who shall cry for me when i last gone? whose life were then than now? what really matters to man than now? why fear death upon our eyes, but love to shine upon our eyes? .. i thought without talk, the memory of then emerged from the night around me and searched each corner of life around me but found me drenched in many than known about me like the flowers that matched the one in my heart to surround me .. as i thought silently without talk i lost to discover beyond desire i searched narrowly the lines in dire they hold a treasure, thirst and hunger scarcely begun to word my lips without anger and still silent, i thought for a longer more time than mine with urge, what did i not express? how am i not drowned? i still frowned to think as i stood to a ground of thoughts and proud to do more than then on my ground i silently stayed silent without talk snaking my mind, through the silence of thought a thought i lost but last to find and picked myself up to walk shaking my time to walk on the next thought and said to mine, do more now than then o' dear abandoned one in thought opn26112012/0832 poem: 'i lost to discover' book: 'the mind and the science of life' book no.13 of 2012 >> mambo music & poetry (ntema's unique poetry) opncompanies.bw@gmail.com twitter: @opnmambo onalethuso petruss ntema submitted: monday, november 26, 2012 on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-to-discover/

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