Keamogetswe Molapo Poems

Grace saw me wounded, hurt, lost but with a future
He saw me not yet formed in my mother's womb
He fashioned my days before me
Beautiful Grace
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Around you I roam
Trying to make sense of life as I moan
But I realise that I don't have it
Oh God please goad
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Love is to life what a scent is to a rose
It is the spice of life
It adorns life as clouds decorate the sky
Love is the magic elixir of the soul
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Powerful within yet so powerless on the outside
Cut, hurt, bruised and scarred
Her soul wails
Her spirit cries out
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