The dazzling day light has vanished
And the sharp rays of sun diminished
Like a feather drips from falcons flight.
Darkness drops from the wings of Night.
I see the shades and shadows of the village
sparkle through the walls of my cottage
And a feeling of sadness comes like mist
that my soul many times cannot resist
A feeling of heavy sadness and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning mist resembles the rain.
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By
Williamsji Maveli
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Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.
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