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An Aqueous Solution
Our love had no syllables
It had no meaning nor symbols
It was a pure air bubble
Clear as a crystal ball
It diluted the oceans’ blue
It had no definition for it was true
It dissolved tears into a love potion
It moved in slow motion with utter devotion
It had no words to speak our thoughts
Its essence could not be taught
It was magic without the tricks
A beautiful dream like the matrix
Jealous doubted like jellyfish floated away
With the grace of a sting ray
Our breath was an osmosis notion
Our sweet love, an aqueous solution
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Thabang Ngoma
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