Gloria Seseng (1977 November 18 / NW South Africa)
I had spoken once
Awaken the concision of a child’s unhealthy mind,
With a violin whispering unto creativity beyond
Had hoped in the wake of! to make me an amazing army assembly!
All stood there without resonance, but swollen with grand thought!
The stare within, kept the well of numerous tears back
A restless pulse of the soul beating up the night!
Upset for the mind had lost its remarkable sight!
Bundles of what I have seen to know!
A harsh flock of words agitation!
But a peaceful nature of imagination!
I had spoken everything once to congregate,
A sense of nature to patch up a leap of mistake done!
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