Before The Winter Is Over Poem by Tafadzwa Chiwanza

Before the winter is over;
I will die in your arms,
with your starry eyes beaming over me
Their warm tears bathing
My sublime face.

Before the winter is over,
I will hear your voice for the last time
As I embark on a journey
To a place many have gone
But non has ever returned.

Before the summer's glow
Caress the poles of my skin
And the melody of the summer birds
Tenderly Kiss my ear drums,
I will shut my eyes;
for the last time!
Before the winter is over!