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Ako Nov 2017
The garderner spread the butter on her bread,
The wind gently sways her golden hair,
The joyful maiden with a butter bread and beer
All those moments gone as the master said,
"Could we cultivate lives on this land no more?"
She said,
"No master, they spread their ecstasy. The soil has gone addicted, they have gone addicted."
The master contemplated,
"Was it that plague?"
"Yes, greed and ideology. The poison of soil and soul. Mix them together and the blood spills."
A contemplation.
Vuyiwe Aug 2020
You look straight in my eyes
I get an uncomfortable and sweet warmth
My cheeks toughen up and pull back
My lips betray me
As they stretch into a smile

Your love runs on a different path
Every word you say  excites my being
My soul slowly grows
You thread on spiritual sexiness
I was attracted to your cover,
But within, I found soulfood

Many have made me consious of my beauty,
But you spent so much time complimenting my soul,
Praising my aura and slowly adding on to a cup I thought was full
The love you give is better than a fairytale.

I'm not a pretty princess and you're not a prince charming.
I'm a flower, and you a garderner
You love my fragrance, you love my beauty,
But unlike many, you don't pick me
You don't want to make something out of me
You know I'm better off in nature than part of a bouquet or perfume
You water me daily
Throughout seasons
When I wither, blossom, you love me still
Your love scares me

— The End —