Mpho Nkadimeng

The Dawn Of Her Absence

In the dawn of her absence
He lived in isolation
With her voice secluded
Death rendered her will to all scripted words of adulation
He paged through all the verses that tasked his conclusions
But death was still the same theme in her adoration
Words widely sanded her soul that massed her nation
And stars shook their rays with admiration
But awe left without an understanding to his intuition

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