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kamva
kamva
19/M/South Africa 19 Loves poetry, music, comedy / Inspired by nature and surroundings. / I Love to have a good and not take life seriously. / The Pen Is An Ink That Jots Down As Hour Passes.
God Bless The Transkei And her forgotten offspring Through the turmoil and adversity Droughts Stretching Seasons With No End Her Beautiful Mountains Stand Proud Home To The Thembu O Land Of Old And Wealth May You Long Be Showered With Rains Forever Your Spirit Rise And Conquer For You Are The True Beauty Of Africa Prosper And Grow Transkei Land Of The Pioneers
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 4:59 PM UTC
Transkei Imagined
Words spoken By Men As Provoking They Are Echo In The Sky Wide And Blue Till They Reach The Doves Far Up They Convey Despair Dark And Emotionelss Now Look Carefully At The Sunset See How The Doves Dissappear With It? Listen To The River Too See How It Keeps Silent At The Same Time The Code Of Life Exists Within Every Being And Love Stands Still With Every Travesty Centuries Old Bell's Toll At The High Hour Bee's Bumble Yet No Honey Is Our Spheriod Leaning Towards Doom?
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
A Prelude To Doom
There's a green wide eyed bird of spring that stares at me every morning He looks at me with his protruding piercing eyes Never blinks nor moves stationary like the sands of the Sahara He whistles a song that echoes through my brain A scene only valid in spring made for the eye to admire He seems to live within the moment staring heavily Come visit me this fine spring day as I gaze back at my friend.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
Wide Eyed Bird