Just Like A Tattoo Poem by Happy Mhlongo
Just Like A Tattoo
Ages ago they loved good
With no stress and death
without humilliation and secrets
No changes till death do.
NOW! ! !
Love is like a vain,
And produce harmful and sore.
Innocent lamps die left and right
covered with blood and blade.
srrow; Hrrow all over.
With no harmony and trust.
Those old days love was,
Just like a tatto sturk on flash and blood.
Never let go of someone who love.
Love was fixity
Love was kind
Love was enjoyable
Love was like a tatto
Now its like an hungry waiting...
By Happy Mhlongo
yes it gives you harmful and sore if you not careful.thanks nice poem. i still love love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:47:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love was fixity love was kind, this is especially to my liking because we should by all means try to remember the old days when everything was free and good. wonderful poem