Nontobeko Dlamini

Rookie - 52 Points (22 July 1989 / Piggs Peak)

The Dew Of Your Tears Frosted - Poem by Nontobeko Dlamini

Let me drink,
From the dew of your tears frosted, no ink
so pure the sun dance in happiness amidst them.
Give me your freshly brewed drip drip in melodious tones,
humming on my heart
like showers of rain in tons,
on a drum it caress hard.
Quick! Before the sun in haste
doth collects them to taste
in her golden cup.
Yes, she is always there to dry your
but i will nurse them by tomorrow
and though i give no golden cup to
catch your tears falling,
Like rain on
the mountain
My lips be blessed to drink from thy holly fountain
And a pleasure to touch the sanctuary of your cheeks
And more a pleasure to recieve the pricks
Of the warmth from your eyes smilling.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

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