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Beloved - Poem by DICKSON MSETI

When we climb we tend to starve,
we aim just to be above,
we disqualify things we have,
disagree reality being in the cave,
being on top is what we love,
should we be? ooh! should we?

On the way we meet,
just on the way we lost,
but our aim was hot,
being on top and have a seat,
wearing that cute coat,
is it sweet? isn't it?

But ooh!
Since we were born,
our hopes were gone,
now we're alone,
as hard as a stone,
till it's return,
we will climb to shine,

Comments about Beloved by DICKSON MSETI

  • (4/23/2010 3:40:00 PM)

    We always forget that we can't start from the top.
    But the truth is that we have to start from the bottom to the top.
    And the way we make our bed it is the way we sleep on it.
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  • (4/23/2010 4:31:00 AM)

    And you are my own beloved. It's sweet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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