Born Blessed - Poem by Ayanda Nxumalo
The moon is rocking for the beginning
While all the rocks and stars are humbling
For the death of the anonymous statue
On the tranquillity river.
Long island with a plenty of bullfrog
Near the robust mountain in the
Home of the holy spirit where
All angels gathering to praise
The only son, curious evil near
The unknown tribes of Jerusalem.
Fascinating man on the day of
Interesting benediction on the tree where
Perfect disciples are belong.
By Ayanda Nxumalo
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