Tafadzwa Matamba Poems
A southeasterly wind has sprung up,
The sun is setting on the horizon;
Shades of red and yellow leaves_
Rattling along the tarred road.
Death Took My Forward!
How could l ever forget of you?
Oh my dear Forward!
All the days that together we knew!
Several years by have passed,
Yet of you l still mourn so deeply;
Even if my eyes won't show how so much l weep_
In my heart memories of you l keep
And such that you had to go l wonder why?
As l hear thunder rumbling above the skies!