The Fig Tree Poem by Sicelo Sithole
The Fig Tree
how effortless is for it not to bear fruits
do you feel the cry of this young fig tree?
It comes from the thirsty leaves of its cursed dying root
its seeds know no difference between existence and age
it is all the words veiled upon the thinking of me,
the futile feeling I keep hiding upon this dead page
Monday, January 19, 2009
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