That was the partition of body that prepared to rejection
And its dance fascination which loaded with the blubbering
And the tremor of collision with clamor
And the affiliation of the others to their enemies
And the paleness of theirs shapes which sitting in the sight of evil, and replete of their death
That final Homeland, I see it filled with regret, Staring at the absence
Seeping along with the steps instinct, and the entity sin
and gaze at our souls paths.
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A well articulated and nicely encapsulated piece of poetry, nicely penned with spiritual insight in poetic diction. A lovely poem written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Sief. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.