The Night
Every time the night comes,
Cutting me from beauty of the colourful world
Making my eyes flatter within empty space
Polished with darkest feelings
That prevents me from seeing beyond the river,
Where lies flora and fauna
Pigmenting the view like in the old choral days
Making the soul remain peaceful
Blood to flow freely and happily to the heart,
To deal with fear of unknown
Travelling with darkness of the night
Instigating the need to go up to the sky,
Ask the sun not to go away
Stay with me round and round the circle
Till I get to understand the night better.
Copyright © Lekau Mamabolo | Year Posted 2014
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