Mishack Mchunu

(1992 June 27 / Mpumalanga)

Devine Character


You imbibed the life out of the soil
Though grass and trees still grow,
But your hair that grow from fair to fair boil
From your beauty, they die when the winds blow!

Pearly smiles you wear
On your caliber: there's treasure hidden in you;
Magma of gold, hell fire you can't fear!
Sapphire you belong ti the blue.

Oh precious mine I will never shaft;
Splendid woman of your ilk
Are a garden I will never harvest
But always water with milk.

Your soul convinces me of heaven for it is immortal,
There is God in you; life which is eternal!

Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012
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