Tiyani Shadrack Manganya

Connect me with the dead
I have a poem I want to render:
A short shoot of a midnight star
Passes me by eve she fall on thine grave
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The color of my skin is fading,
I am drifting apart,
I am building walls and falls.
My Conscious is dimming,
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Gone is the craziness
That brought so much greatness.
Oh poor him, Sane again!
Lonely and in pain,
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My inner city! My inner city!
I was within you
When the colonizers rock up,
I saw them
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When a sudden gust of wind blows,
Trees wiggle in flow,
Branches break asunder,
Dust raises thunder,
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Oh, it is time! It is time!
The air welcomes a new companion,
Dust and soil rejoin into a union,
A call for spring rings,
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For once I stopped caring,
For once I ceased being a chameleon,
For once I learnt to live with myself,
For once I live the person I am,
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Let me mother your heart,
Let me show you my art,
Let me kiss away your pains,
Let me and you play in rains,
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Nawe uzomthola owakho,
Nawe uzomthola owakho.

Linda, u ku lindele,
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I walked into your heart,
So I felt unwelcomed.
I stripped my heart naked,
So you laughed at me like a joke.
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I realized why we keep getting hurt:
We give and expect to be given,
We adore and expect to be adored,
We forgive and expect to be forgiven,
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