Walani Ndhlovu

What's wrong with nature
Cracking my house through earthquake
Trees practicing their weathering there
Yet washing away my dishes
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When the rains come
The land smiles
The farmer’s feet clicks towards the farm
And the hole breaks the bricks and clicks for miles
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Down I lie
Sleeping all day
Still asleep for years
Surrounded by tears
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A cat and a fog never interact
But this time they will
A friendship shall start
And together we shall have a meal
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Who goes against me?
Nobody!
But the very single seconds
That spare my life no more
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Take my shoes but leave their trucks
For I being old don't fit in them
But the resilient traces have stories to tell
And on me shall they eternally dwell
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They run 'em nights burning flames
Around the evening fire that long owned fame
With the trepidation of light escaping shadows
Shooting sparks the horizon adores
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You should always feel special
For I writing love poems is not to entertain the public
But to show you that you are so special

A blink followed by a smile is what makes you special
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Stand still
With your hand climb the hill
If you use a spoon
You won't finish soon
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I looked in his shinning eye
And saw a bright future
He seemed to be blinded
As he watched his father die
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Knock knock knock,
A visitor is knocking but with a retreating degree.
The clicking feet recall the zeroing and let the feigning be.
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There he comes in his noise
To get himself into the cool boys
He carries himself a knife
Neither for killing nor for defending his life
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All started small
But soon began to grow
Our academics and sports
Shaped us all
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You are a disease
A disease that affect our mind
A disease that kills us with addiction
Till we forget our ambitions.
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Life without you is always tough
I can spend my whole life with you
But I can never get enough
You affect whatever I do
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The first steps persuade me to keep on climbing
For my limited sight can't zoom ahead
And my relaxing feet enjoy the journey yet keeps hiking
But becomes horrible when the sun goes to bed
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I'm gone to flog off my winter shoes
And I hope he, with the weather he is in won't refuse
I'll only bring him back when I see no demand
That's when I'll need a hand
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As I pass through the suburb
I try to make my way short
With my eyes bright and superb
Shining over the map I brought
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Sometimes I wish to keep my dreams

That the whipping winds of winter
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My age keep praising

The daily blessing
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