Dig, deep inside you might find it
A small fragment of what used to be love
Dig and dig well for you might cause all to collapse
I am decisively lost in the eyes of hope
The strong tendency of felling hate in the palms of love
The littlest pieces on the floor,
A feeling so small hidden in a vast amount of nothingness
A black point in the white sky feeling nothing but loneliness
Dig where ever you feel it strong, in me the only gold
present is that with value so insignificant.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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