AS I looked at her swollen
Eyes I suddenly felt deeply touched
By their fragile broken beauty
...
The 16 candles in front
of your face
Arent just there to show
You how much you have grown
...
Once upon a time
I came across a time
Where I had to close
My eyes and Imagine
...
When a woman has fell, she picks herself up
Only to stand in a line
of like candles
Golden and warm, lovely and little candles
...
Free Me
AS I looked at her swollen
Eyes I suddenly felt deeply touched
By their fragile broken beauty
As the sun slowely reveled
Her broken dreams scattered
On the floor
She had stumbled upon peoples
Happiness and had never
found joy in them
Here shoulders were heavily burdened
By unknown problems yet it felt so
Familiar
Until the day came when
She alikend herself to
A flower, sad flower
She saw how the flower stood
In the rain and never complained
It had found a home in the storm
After all if it was not for the rain
Would the flower have
Grown?
Phumelelo is a poet with special sense, angelic heart and artist mind