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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
Happiness occurred at the times of sadness, yet love wasn't matured to mature the joy in my life. It felt like a flower that wasn't watered when water was a nature of garden.
I cried hoping to be felt like a dry leaf,
But I was left wilt and dry.
It broke me when all had their own backs
While I was just a silent morning bird that dew frost.
Love became a miserable word with no ending, I felt it in darkness when the only light I saw was of a sparkling star that shines when the moonlight.
It felt great, yet the greatness of joy was of a tear in my eye.
I'm a dry leaf.
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She was nowhere in a forest,tall tress were of a shadow to her mind while her love was felt in a wind. Picking those flowers, nature nurtured her soul and left her with a delusional tears in eyes! Love was no of word to her.
Walking down the muddy soil,hopeless... Lilly was in a dark tunnel where only light was her pure broken heart.
Her Heart was of a secret garden, were all thought could see through her,but the walls were very high as nobody knew how fate she was destined to life.
Love became a mentor to her living while trying to pick a bleeding happiness! That's how she was a picked rose enclosed there.
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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
Love was an unlikeable to the old, yet it was love of joy to no livings.
It was just a thought when it faded away,
It was of happiness when it quickly happened.
When I thought it's going to make it,
It snapped out of the world, to the new place.
That's love - it's a matter of joy nor sadness
Yet it's a whole mixture of both.
I to love thee, thee love to no living.
It derailed and drove a smile on a beautiful soul,
It took the best out of it,
It made the changes that have come through the use of it
It created the tears of a sudden death.
That's love.
It's of no living
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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
A good place to begin with is an anonymous quote: Suffering is not a question that demands an answer,it is not a problem that demands a solution;it is a mystery which demands a presence.
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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
A message to the most loveable.
It has always been a journey I've embarked with happiness. Through all cries and smiles,I've been left like a wilted rose that season in winter. Love has been a word said and unproven. Days became my lonely life while nights were of rainy times.
A road with thorns.
Walking alone was of a sowing dove!
As I've never felt pity in me,I walked though it was sore. The road was enough for everything but I've chosen to walk where it hurts as I thought I'll benefit yet only I got the pain.
Happiness became a negativity in my life and sorrow was a song sang like an early bird.
Yet again,continued to be the victory of love.
Here I am.
I am the most loveable.
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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
Lonely nights were of thinking when love derailed my heart. Sorrow times filled my happiness with sadness when all he did was to lead me astray
It was of a dream come true to be loved by him, yet it was of a secret place only a dreamer see. Death conquered his joy when the only part he's playing is of deceased
It felt great when tree he sprinkled was of beautiful flowers
It's like a fruit - that only those who believe in color and shape are of those who don't eat it
Everything were of past in him when living with deads was the only choice.
The present is full of coldness as the future is full of mist
How he lives is how it goes as continuing to love was a way of distraction in the presence of living
He's a life, living with deads
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I've seen the best in him, yet he was a wind that blows everywhere. Happiness to me meant him when all I thought of was his handsomely love. Not knowing that I'm a feather that was lost in a dark place.
Words I wanted to hear was a misery to have. Love never had its way towards me
As I always look at it, it always seems too good until it fades away.
To imperfect it was an alternative move to let it conquer my joy,
Knowing that it's never for me felt not enough as I saw it as a better ideal place to visit.
I saw it coming but I ignored the fact that it's not pure- but it's a better chance to let my sorrow sink in.
To love is enough when to let go it's a pain to endure.
I'm a simple lover
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Khomotso Charmaine Maribana Poem
When love matures in you! Everything is of its own. Love never loved us yet we love to love it to love the ones we love.
Love is uncertain.
Love the spoken word...
Love me for me!
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