Tafadzwa Chiwanza

Broken promise

Here I am again, promising to weep
And love you with my tears
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THE roses blush under sun's static gaze
Reddening with a craving for its touch
Seduced by the ever glow of sun's rays
As the covetous daisies stand to watch
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Before the winter is over;
I will die in your arms,
with your starry eyes beaming over me
Their warm tears bathing
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The war never seems to end
For we claimed to know the way,
And blindly led the blind to a blind end
The heart has harboured a brood
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Snapping jaws

The little thatched room drowns
In the sound of my snapping jaws
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Before the winter

In my vision they all fall before the winter
Like flakes of snow disappearing In an inferno;
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A taciturn old man in a kuffi hat
With eyes fixed on his burning cigar
Ignores the melancholic woman
Whose hand fiddles the rim of her cup
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1.
Hope is a three legged chair:
Risky to sit upon, to the eyes fair
Never truly here, neither truly there
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