We sit and ponder on the dangers that lurk in this field of greens,
We carved the mountains and hills and searched for lovely stones;
We swim with sharks; swords, shields and spears for our dreams;
Living stones are better than lovely bones.
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Wow! I really wish you could my poem title The_City_Of_Gold its more of the same theme as yours about johannesburg, but I really adore the true reflection that have pened above, its very wonderful The_African_Son
A sad poem.Truly written with soul.Thaks my man