We married not beneath a sky,
But in the belly of the Earth —
The Mponeng mine, where shadows cry,
And gold remembers sorrow’s birth.
No roses bloomed, no organs played,
Just echoes where the diamonds wept,
And in that hollow heart, we laid
A vow so sacred, silence kept.
Her name was Lucy — fierce and kind,
A flame that lit my wounded...
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