tinashe severa

Rookie (11/01/86 / harare, zimbabwe)

The Sun - Poem by tinashe severa

The sun rises first before those who stand before it
it wilts those who try to rise too high before it
it is only those who rise before it
that know that it rises
those who know what lies after it
have never been
they have always been

the sun gives what it takes
and takes what it gives
in its eyes they are no big people
under it we were all born
under it we will all pass
for as long as it shines before me
my pen will write
my mind will talk
it knows no big people
only those who are trying to rise too high before it
and those....it wilts

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2007

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