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Otlaadisa Motswasele Poem
love is an experince its neither a physical process that can be seen but felt ...for ones heart and soul must be pure and fertile..only then we can nature the seed of love...for love is christ
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is clear we live an unpredictable life
but its not wrong to dream the impossible
to believe in the existence of something unresolved
nothing is ever exact in this world
we swing from light to dark in search of the unknown
we allow our self to fall victim when it comes to love
yr words so sweet like a monday morning rain
u paint a picture that an artist only dream of
but yet yr action lack morality and passion
yr love is unreal
it exist in the presence of yr dream
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all gold and glitter cant buy u happiness
a man who acknowledge his weakness is like a death wish
life is indeed a story of Impending scriptures
ever writer must write his own begin
how our story end is not actual upto us
circumstances and time misplace our Judgment
at times life perish living our path unconcluded
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Is the silence tht tht caus discomfort at nights, the space between the sheets, the distance between u and i, hw i wish life was much more simple, until then my thouts still stay anonymous to the futur ahead, stil wondering wht tomorrow my bring..
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the glimpse of light shine within the surface
darkness creeps in as the lights fades into shadows
suddenly I could hear the sound of nature from distance
the cold breeze vibrating against my face
the distance between our hearts
every breath,and every heart vibration
its almost like death
the cracks within my heart
the tears I never cried
I stood silently as my faintness showed
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As I fold up my hands I see scars of life
A loop hole between fine and wrong
A mirror of tales of life
Written in plain sight engraved and embroiled
Stitch for a stitch life was given
And so with time hope was stolen
Just to surface my thoughts to you am no angel
i am just another broken man
A dreamer a man with no home
For no matter how much I tried to embrace life
My heart has always felt out of place
I dwell in confusion and mystery trying to crack the code of life
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as I glance the rising horizons
I see a dark cloud of mystery
a world enchanted by creatures of darkness
a shadow war between evil and good
blood of the innocent flood the street
a man with a gun rule the world
the prosecutor claim judgment
a righteous man is wrongly accused
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My world is trembling my the path has betrayed me
I live under shadows under torment
My hands feel no touch my heart shade no lite
I bleed tears of pain and loss
Everything I touch vanish and tarnish
Ive bin curse to wonder the world alone
Left alone in the hush world of confusion
Without no love and no compassion
I fear my heart and soul has lost its humanity
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Life is a book of tails
A journey of time and emotion
A road to hell and heaven
While some beliv in creation som reason with facts
The path of life has no meaning nor boundaries
Its lik a thread that float within the air
The blowing wind control its future
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we see the truth within our own fate but fail to commit to the promises we make
people want to receive yet they sacrifice non
where is the spirit of giving and equality
iznt love as truthful and equal as they say
fairytales sound much better than reality
we all fighting the war but we losing
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