Lihle Shezi Poems

Between the fringes of our
heart beats exist a sky wearing
reading glasses.
A lamp burning our heredity
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Every luminary day
has her sunset, which
convert a soliloquy of
a man against his soul
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seeing your dream dying depresses me,
remember when you said you
can't exist without me?
a beautiful lie to keep you sleeping.
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Birthed bird
cage fragile winds,
the river continues
to flow south.
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Stillness of passing
stars.
(a dedication to sir. David Wells)
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Silence grew quiet
under the charms
of a book keeper.
Death, is this sounding.
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The books o'er those
wrecked tables encompassed
by torn cagoule are my silo,
I encave my soul with their
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To complete my life-time
would need me, to return you
to life the day you didn't
die in my heart.
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A gust of silence fills this empty cup.
As my think pot pours thoughts to this empty cup.
'What are you drinking? ' 'My thinkings' inside this empty cup.
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Forsake a heart, a life
when a desired forge is absent.
This is where futility hollows
As the endless forlorn crows.
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