Dry Roses - Poem by mbuyu makayi
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,
had gone brittle with time
she promised to meet me at the old church well,
be it rain or shine,
O what lies she could tell.
Day by day, I waited by the old church well,
heavy with a heart so swollen,
before the chime of the church bell, waiting for
a love that had fallen.
O my love, you became so bitter, what happened to the only one sweeter?
I cried out to reach your heart's core,
but the songs of my sorrow
only make my heart sore.
With roses, I waited every hour, in the dead of cold, for a love turned so sour.
wishing she was there to hold.
I waited by the old church well, before the chime of the old church bell. Playing witness to the death of love and beauty,
wondering what shuttered our blessed unity.
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