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Apr 2020
Treacheries were never the story,
Isn't it that it was falsified?
Lemme tell you something sweet...
Like a bird singing in May ,
The belle out shines all bright stars on the great blue mat.
Isn't it that the melody of the rhythm
Are too sad...
Like a citizen you tried finding the amusing amazing part of the music but all it leads to is the dance to the beats of melancholy.
The poem talks of a sad soul who finds it hard to have happiness in his or her life ...
Written by
Nolwazi Mabuza
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