Whispers Through Ruins
The wind carries whispers of forgotten delight,
Through ruined arches,beneath pale starlight.
Each memory, a lantern glowing and warm,
A beacon against the shadows of night.
Though the world may crumble and the heart may tire,
Love persists as a quiet,steadfast might.
In every rustle of leaves,in every hush,
I hear your voice,gentle and bright.
And I bow to that enduring presence
Pheko,cousin of Botha
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