Gloria Seseng

Africa is a birth place of natural art
It is a place of tradition
It is a place where Dawn!
Every time the night had tacks it in!
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Each life, lays a hand on existence,
with a gift to inspires other-

In a very special way!
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Something love smells like a pure spackle!
It drifts an urge to the soul fur
with a twinkling pace of breathing space
beyond Cinderella’s delightful groove
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Every dawn rests in place
A rest of peace,
A new beginning
That all of a sudden, arrives!
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My Beloved Father
The humble of myself before thee
Beyond many, many
flaunting waves of salty clouds!
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A precious twinset shell souvenir
Has unfolded a cast
of letters from the alphabet ranking
To lay down a perfect whisper
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A strange monk once spoke
of the talk amongst villain!
A close of mouth
on wagging time of breadth
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The essence of beauty belongs
to a fruit of two treasured songs
On the wait to listen...lenses transformed to dusk
Our surface of character, was now wearing a musk
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It is that time of the year
Cold! Cold! Red winter roses
Positioned over the entire countryside
The snow glints on the leave!
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Gravity of our situation,
Ripples of our decision!
An awkward emotional sound…!
What we don’t look forward to strengthen
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Words gathered around for dispatch,
Each letter crawled to the station platform!
In anticipation! We all waited to catch,
An old luggage of love treasure missing form!
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There is a honey bee,
Trapped in a bird cage!
Sometimes it sat there speechless!
But when shaking dusk to wake up!
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A circuit that caters for all,
Wrapped in; ready for a banquet!
10 gallons of time served,
smiles at your persistent foolishness!
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Awaken the concision of a child’s unhealthy mind,
With a violin whispering unto creativity beyond
Had hoped in the wake of! to make me an amazing army assembly!
All stood there without resonance, but swollen with grand thought!
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Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
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There was a time,
we used to sit on a very strange tree!
To-the-view, out with my bag of thoughts!
I set a mood to lecturing time,
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I think you know…!
Only once before each crash
a crave; a taste; a gentle knot!
A slap of entire outside-in
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On a silent slice of freedom
To breathe a pause!
It’s the Soul-child’s approbation-
‘long awaiting flee to blossom!
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Geneses is comfortably watching!
I know by the background
which color shouts!
It is the one which is likely empty!
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