mbuyu makayi

Curved in stone our minds hold on to
the sound of infinite
possibilities, shaping each of us into
masterpieces of ourselves.
...

I remember the day,
when they turned our rainbow to grey.

Sailing kites in the stormy winds of may.
oh dear friend remember how we used to play
Before they turned our rainbow to grey.
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Sitting on this blue park bench,
I hear the nightingales sing
high in the trees. I feel the soft wind
blow a cold solemn
...

Brothers, you and I were,
in you I called a friend.
A memory I now solemnly bare,
a great bond shatteringly brought to an end.
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My soul weeps
pain and sorrows
I cry out for a savior.
My spirit is full of sin, it drips,
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Dry roses I held in my hand, tears fell down from my eyes like rain.
As I recited a promise written in sand,
I was a broken soul in pain.

A promise, like those roses,
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Deathly dark is
this place.
gloominess is
painted on
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In the land of a thousand suns, I sailed the sea of broken dreams,
Torrent winds and high tides of hopeless belief and faithless hope gushed against the ship of faith I sailed.

A land were fallen tears rained violent storms, a land were whispers of unanswered prayers are echoed by blistering winds.
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