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Your poetic heart acts as a pacemaker for my slow-thumping heart. Keep your poetry alive, to keep me alive.
 Dec 2021 Maitsholo
Traveler
I’m on a road of peace
With a suitcase full of dreams
I would surely share them with you
And all the beauty that they bring

I am on a road of peace
My thumb high in the air
Is anybody going my way…
Or has your war
trapped you here?
Traveler 🧳 Tim
I felt like there were still some good days remaining in my life after seeing your heartfelt smile.
 Dec 2021 Maitsholo
A W Bullen
I
have
grasped
how cold
it's grown

now I
cannot feel
your hands..
Don't get too cocky, Humans; your intelligence is shielded by brittle armour!
 Oct 2021 Maitsholo
raphæl
language
 Oct 2021 Maitsholo
raphæl
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            "It's fine. That's enough"

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 Oct 2021 Maitsholo
Aishu
Dear self
 Oct 2021 Maitsholo
Aishu
Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
 Oct 2021 Maitsholo
Esther
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

darkness
sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
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