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Frans Mogashoa Poem
THE LIGHT BEFORE DAWN.
In the garden of life, our paths crossed,
and everything bloomed.
Your presence is my guiding star;
through life's raging storms, our love remains unbroken.
You're the sweet melody echoing in my heart,
if I could, I would listen to it for the rest of my life.
Throughout the hardships, you're the little flower
that refuses to die in the snow.
The future is bright with one soul
living the dream of many,
the dream of rest and peace,
which many are too afraid to pursue
because the dream comes at the cost of one’s life.
While the other soul lives in harmony
above the soil, covering the remains
of the one she once loved and cherished.
The pain of loss fades with time,
but memories of excitement and harmony
from the beginning of our love to the end of my time
will forever remain in your mind, leaving it restless.
Our souls will forever be connected
by the soil above my chest and the soil below your feet.
Though separated realms, our bond remains strong.
My last love message remains quoted eternally
in the sensory recollection of the processor,
a memory that time cannot erase.
Unless time gives birth to a new light
to shine in your life to patch the past
and rewrite the dialogue of your life
without me in your consciousness.
The next time we meet, we might reunite
as angels in the world of peace and forgiveness.
May the light of joy shine on you again
before the end of your journey.
Copyright © FRANS MOGASHOA | Year Posted 2025
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Frans Mogashoa Poem
The love song with no lyrics
that is the reality of my life.
The empty tin with no noise
that is my cry.
The holes I patch
Open up new wounds.
The pressure of pain bursts out loud
like a broken water pipe.
All my memories are stored away
in a dark cloud
that rains
every time I recall
the fantasy of our love.
You wanted laughter,
so I rehearsed a smile.
I tied my soul to my words for you.
I learned to hold the storm,
swallowing the thunder
so your sky stayed clear.
The beautiful storm,
the sweet salt,
the calm sea,
the perfect love
oh, what a fantasy.
I patched the flame
with borrowed words and lullabies,
played our record
until it ran out of words.
I became fluent in silence
just to keep your peace,
but it screamed inside me
louder than love ever did.
I held the door open for you for so long,
I forgot how to close it on myself.
Oh, the irony of love.
Every smile I wore for you
left bruises on my soul.
Now I drown in the floods
I never let out.
And I wonder…
was my love letter
mailed to the wrong address?
Copyright © FRANS MOGASHOA | Year Posted 2025
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