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 Jan 2019 Banele Msimango
Luna
Maybe that’s why I loved you.
Because you whispered in my soul,
While others screamed in my mind.
Save me.
The heart beats slower laying down
Weight of grave dirt heavy underneath
Sleep of the dead being a rapid rest
Fills the now with purposeful breath
The rose garden has wilted,
the petals are fully dried.
The morning emptiness
making a hole inside.
A knot in the pit of the stomach
tied way too tight,
and the mind lost
somewhere far behind.
My face looks like a felony,
My personality seems to be a misdemeanor,
And this is not just irony
Do not judge me if you are not the presiding judge over my case,
In God's supreme Court is where I will be proven innocent.

The sun old soul, eternally luminous
The moon in its phases, a timeless jewel

The time of the year has come to shed the old and don
the new
It’s just a number, that’s true
Each, a new day, the night, too

To reminisce what was and gear up for what is to come with a new zeal
On the New Year’s Eve

Celebrate with loved ones
Enjoy the night and be alright

May happy be the new, New
I hope and pray for one and all



Happy New Year, dear all :) ✨✨
Crazy is real
Alive and kicking
Hidden in minds
Beyond recognition
So heed my warning
Before it stays
Deal with those issues
Don't stuff them away
Or crazy may last
To the end of our days!
Traveler Tim
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