Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha Poet Rhyme

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I visited the optician, for my failed eye
That sailed all over, no see but look
Down the banana plantatian, directed to vie
For every interested favor, for any could hook

I thought me had seen, a scene so strange
And days were nineteen, the ways and paths
The same way I lean, the thirst to quench-
My eyes in starvin', blind in afterbirth?

The birth had come, for my adult sight
She went springing, sprinkling the charm
With roses from home, her nose for site
Her flavor was making, for fertile the farm

I abstained I aborted, to eat of ma' mum
For not non she was, the could was sprouting
The eye minute supported, me to get the sum
The confusion and wars, a see again doubting

It was once and just, still waiting to see
For men not stones, a day must meet
Ten Christmas but must, be it any fee
Beautiful gold my tone, come on ya feet

It pains and eats, the heartfelt patience
To fall for that, you saw at far
For she knows not, the ambush inconvenience
Her return insomnia, how get back her

Should you meet her, her face is dark
The fore is smooth, the hair is dark
Her neck is conical, she seems to work
My crush my crazy, so dark so cute

My letter is here, carry it to her
Greet her and watch, her soft tender palm
I feel it textures that, whisper in her ears
To reverse her back path, still waiting in calm

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