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Shimwa Augusta Apr 2018
It's more than just a country
It's more than just history
It's more than what people see
Cause they only see  a very small portion
And what I see,
Is the big picture
Much more beautiful than all Picasso's artworks
For to me,
It's mother nature's masterpiece
One that keeps on getting prettier with age;
How shall I say it ,
It's an international controversy'
It's Rwanda
Don't believe me ? Come see for yourself or just let the news and statistics tell you more
Shimwa Augusta Apr 2018
Cry till you're dry
O troubled soul
Cry till the eyelids swell
O weary heart.

But do it all in that corner
Where only shadows live
In that corner where your ease belongs

Dump it all .
Then step out with the heart of
a warrior; Head held  high,
For another day unfolds at the death of the darkness,

A day for strength
A new breath to take
Get up and teach those broken wings how to fly again .
In the end, we all need a moment to break down and spill out the sorrow, confusion, exhaustion and all those heavy-laden emotions but after that.....it's time to give the world a wider smile
Shimwa Augusta Apr 2018
you made me smile
my eyes twinkled in the dark of the night
my heart leapt with delight

you made me cry
tears ran down my cheeks
like crazy

you closed my eyes
and opened my vision
to a whole new world

a place where  my dreams were kings
where life was a sweet lollipop
where there was only victory to devour

but -
it lasted only a moment
it was just for a while
movies, songs, relationships, we all have that one thing that makes everything feel right. But unfortunately it lasts... just for a while.....yet, God can do all that "for eternity" if we do open our hearts to him and just surrender. it's scary but worthy.
Shimwa Augusta Apr 2018
Everything we'd designed
used to fit us both;
gorgeously

All the songs we'd sung
used to sound;
perfectly.

But look at us now
words quenched, faces dismayed;
sadly

Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air
where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars
where are  all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope

And that fire that kept our spirits alive
Drifting through the winds of despair is now
ashes
in the end love isn't always eternal ....
if it isn't true
  Apr 2018 Shimwa Augusta
Poetictunes
My city is cold,
The people are cold.
The weather is cold too.
But, when the seasons change,
The city will no longer remain cold,
But, the people will.
Shimwa Augusta Apr 2018
It screams in silence,
where the mouth is speechless.
It's creeps
In the soul's very darkness.
It has no meaning,
It's only described by the feeling.
It's poetry,
The narrator of my history.
When the mouth fails...
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