Our Winds
They may see sands
and miss our winds
Trails imply a path
but not an end
Futures are sold on
the back of impending pasts
I reminisce over mine
and embrace each loss
Eternal calls may
now seem trite
Endearing dues, once trying
are searingly wise
Pace a strand of mine
with each emotion you seek
Tell my tale with respect,
let's dream...
But rest me whole
if cast aside
I may see sense when
broken doors screech
Every sound may,
with abundant regret teach
Sounds retry as songs
and recurrently as voices
Each time
louder...and less kinder
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2019
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