Treasure Island

Gaylord Munemo

(20 May 1991 / Masvingo)

Two love birds


Upon great heights they reached,
Going east and going west,
For long they defied gravity,
For too long they resisted the wind,
The two love birds

The clouds of thunder gathered,
Yet their hearts frightened not,
Lightning struck yet it spared them,
The darkness approached them,
Yet they still rejoiced,
Flying without getting tired,
Stregnth renewed and renewed again,
The two love birds

Their nests were never known,
Yet they wanted one of their own,
It was love and so it was,
The two love birds,

Times and moments came and pass,
Many wished them to fall,
Yet a few had hope for them all,
Yet they stood strong and tall,
Fly and fly away,
Two beautiful love birds

Submitted: Tuesday, June 05, 2012

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