Sicelo Sithole Poems
Are you shining because you rime with the word star?
Or is it your beauty, hidden in the wonders of who you really are
I, myself wonder how far
They will go, to destroy your beauty written upon the blue skies
They tried before, by hiding your life in books
But God rested still in your mind and preserved your precious looks
I guess you are who you are to me, an old dream to my hands that never dies
Flowers Of Gold
You are my flowers of gold,
You have preserved your beauty, yet in the days so cold.
Within the deep mysteries of love you have never sold,
Your serenity and the heart so bold.
In these days building up the towers of the years so old,
You forever remain in my memory, my only flowers of gold