Onalethuso Petruss Ntema Poems

the child did ask
their elder, a task
to the death of their parent
who has gone too long in silence
...

takes me through
and through
the paths of untrodden
ways besides
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where must you found
if all traces
are proud
to shadow you?
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dry eyes
of a soul
by the shore,
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this morning
is a fountain
of lovers,
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my days are numbered

my pains are rendered
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my ear snakes through
to hear from a distance
like a distant dreamer,
the night is quite
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i lowered her lashes
until they almost
cuddled her cheeks
and slowly moved my ashes
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she is my sunshine
she is a true love child
the one that brings me a smile
so natural than wild,
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the child of a distant mother
whose cry ran dry over the other,
the child of nothingness in winter
whose feet ran cold to the toe,
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