mbuyu makayi

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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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  • Rookie - 316 Points David Chishimba (7/20/2015 3:57:00 PM)

    Great piece of work..I love it.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 26, 2012


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