Benedict Shinsange Poems

How plendrous and prosperous life is when given a piece of heaven,
A fervent spirit and a vivacious soul,
A love that exceeds all bounds,
And a love that can consume one's spirit as well.
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Regrets for leaving my lover!

From the thickest I disappeared like a dwindling star before my lover's eyes.
Like a spark I twirled, and like wind I was no more!
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I sought her, my lover,
But I found her not.
My soul was taciturn,
and my heart was deep as an abyss.
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As the moonlight cloaks the dark earth,
As the clouds hovers when the wind blows,
As the twilight hangs low above the heavens,
I turn home.
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'O' my lass is beautiful like roses with their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their daisy scent alone,
But in their hue of maiden pinks and odour faint.
And yet most quaint and sweet thyme true.
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