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Novallan Booysen Poem
Along the old dusty roads, awaits
a jounery for you and me, it has
no roads, no signs, yet a path...
who has been here before, could
it have been us but not us, for
our love dwells on the destintion
unknown...you with me, or me with you
Am travelling this jounery, don't call me,
a traveller
for it is only because of you, your love
professionally designed, to meet my needs,
pure, it has no future, yet it is unconditional
love keeps me going, it grows as the days go
our love, your love,
the dusty roads covers me,
with your inner love that loves
me
Copyright © Novallan Booysen | Year Posted 2017
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