Rowing Poem by Mogare Nyamoko
Rowing
To the south I row,
Where torrents hit so powerful
And fear to my nerve sent
Though am eager to row
To where cold air sends the skin numb
And the paddle can't hit
Water that laughs so powerful
In want to swallow me wholely.
To the south I row,
In search of the soul soo living
And the silent laughing water scares young me,
A man in pursuit of the right
Ooh, the wrong was the right
And I starve.
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