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Keitumetse Delician Poem
in the mist of proposal rivers of recovered water.
the master of them all existing Aquarians appeared,
all went mixed.
the muscles of this bolded river dilated,
fear raged on the small hearted creatures,
trafficking of disposals added heterogeneously,
power of the enemies increased with regards to their smiles,
dreams seemed to ride off the coats,
waters flowed with no limited acceleration,
wonders became the topic of the mind,
nerves expanded and pain slides went on,
voices boxes failed to hold that heavy load and all went out.
all eyes where on the victim but none desired to assist.
it was all in these river with breath of the daily life,
a small river created together with its twin sister.
why would they recognize it because it is bushed with loneliness,
all it has its a dark shadow seen by no one,
even its body turned to be visible to the blinded.
how easy can it be for the good sighted to spot for they are too busy in the counters of their own self-makeup
oh thou river hold on
its a fact that every start has a stop point
Copyright © Keitumetse Delician | Year Posted 2016
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Keitumetse Delician Poem
it was in the middle of my thoughts,
when this horrible feeling whiter confusion within thee.
my arm strangled trying to reach on the admired one of the heart,
but distance remained the opportunist.
my mind tried to reach on the side of him but the nerves weakened.
I couldn't hold myself and the rain of tears showered me.
did it help to cry?
the deepest emoticons replied by showing off the sad sides
all I was able to do was to look at his technical pictures inside the palm of my hand
I tried to count the miles between us,
all I could find was an error, for the calculator had a limited memory.
even thou I felt lonely my heart still pumped fast when I think about you.
you still remained the one I could catch a grenade for
this loneliness feeling anchored more love in my veins for you
my arteries still delivered the sweet memories we have together
I knew what we hold was not of this world
all we ever dreamed off was not of a dying type.
loneliness may creep but love still holds its stand.
Copyright © Keitumetse Delician | Year Posted 2016
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