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Saviour Lutso Poem
A hand untouched by destiny
A journey uncharted, no lines to trace
No fate impacted, poised for its take
A narrative of choices awaiting to prevail.
Fingers quiver, wrist dance
As the unknown calls in a whimsical trance
Lacking direction, no routes defined
A quest of self-discovery, uniquely designed.
A hand untamed, an enigmatic find
A life unanchored, free from the bind
Weight an endless expanse of choices
For which there is no mate.
Yet, amidst the ambiguity, a beauty emerges
A realm of self-forging where creativity surges
The hand devoid of fate, a riddle to retrace
A voyage of self-discovery, a limitless space.
On this pristine canvas, a narrative aches to ignite
A life of endless options, yearning to take flight
A palm without fate, an artist delight
A universe of possibilities, forever to ignite.
Copyright © Saviour Lutso | Year Posted 2025
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Saviour Lutso Poem
Our affection was once a radiant blaze, now fading
The warmth that ignited our souls is now fading
The moments we cherished have become echoes, fading
The joy we once knew has turned to whispers, fading
Our dialogues have become clumsy, fading
The silence stretching between us grows heavier, fading
The bond we once cherished is fraying, fading
Our hearts pulse to a rhythm of their own, fading
We grasp desperately, but it's eluding, fading
The love we nurtured is gradually vanishing, fading
Our connection is fading, and I’m fading
Into the shadows of our once-vibrant past, fading
Copyright © Saviour Lutso | Year Posted 2025
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