She Is Back - Poem by Musa Ndhlovu
There she comes again,
Thinking of her again.
Not knowing how she will run again,
I, knowing she will ask again,
Sould I tell her my name again?
Since she is back in the fast lane.
What if she use her lines
To direct my own to her lines
By paralizing my beautiyul lines?
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