Shawn Greyling

Only time will tell when my cross
joins the thousands upon the side of this road
I've traveled a thousand times before
and a tousand more will follow
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Nature paints her so perfectly in the eyes of a boy.
The rain upon her hair and the wind upon my back,
I invision her hand touching my cheek.
The rain washes away ill content and leaves passion
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Do not let the sun set upon our skin
Keep Judgement day at bay
Electric signs blind my eyes and
Dollar bills float through my veins.
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Nature shows off its Beauty
with the flowers of the field
and the whispers of the wind,
but non of this compares to the stars of her eyes,
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Remembers drinking whiskey by the fire
with the cold outside,
sitting side-by-side
talking, laughing, giggling aloud,
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I never yelled amandla
and shook my fist at the gate,
I never gave a how's a hoot,
I never shot my shoots.
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Death hath no anomie on this March born Flower.
Her smell lingers upon the senses
and dances down the skin of the wind.
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As I look back where we came from
I lower my head in shame
This sky stopped its beating
like the beat of a broken drum,
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I remember sitting with you at a cafe in Camden Town,
Laughing at me crying 'cos of a bleeding nose.
Those were the days,
I felt you holding my hand so tightly tight
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A flower,
not born by months of the year
but by the artistry of paint and soul.
She struts tall like a sunflower leaning towards the sun,
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How we read between the red and white lines of classic Napoleanic bouquet,
How the heart beats blood from south to west
As mine ears listen to the sweet tweet of a humming bird’s zest.
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