Fantasy (Ode To My Dreams) - Poem by Kondwani Simwaba
On nights like this, she would sing to me; she would serenade my soul with beautiful melodies, in the infinite array of stars.
I remember her voice, she would soothe my pain everytime; she sung songs that communicated directly with my heart and left my feelings naked.
On nights like this, she would whisper three magical words much to the delight of my ear and it sounded like music; a rhythm of enamour entangled in a beautiful ode.
I remember her voice, she would hum to me every night; a beautiful lullaby that unmaskedall my scars and healed my past pains.
On nights like this, she would be the tune to my favourite melody; the rhythm to my heartbeat and the tone to my footsteps but sadly, she only lived in my most clandestine dreams...
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