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Apr 2020 · 196
Precious soul
Nolwazi Mabuza Apr 2020
Precious caring lovely being
Don't let angst take hid within you
Precious soul of perfect mind
Witting so as a geek

Precious lil soul
Of a precious mind
Don't let em massacre your precious mind
For you are a star

Precious soul
Lunatic lil soul
Of great pleasure & Majesty
For long lives your soul
For it is far more precious
For a precious being like you.
Apr 2020 · 223
You stranger
Nolwazi Mabuza Apr 2020
Coquetry & smiling
Relaxing & healing
If ain't friendship,
Then It's love...

If ain't magic ,
Then it's chemistry..
Melody throbs
And shink out Felicity
To thy glumly soul.
For thy is too righteous
To be true.

You stranger
If not a dream
Well it's a fantasy
For my lashes blink each second
To your presence.

You stranger
Is it what I see
Or maybe the affection got to me?
It is he who my heart throbs for,
He is the strangest stranger
Strangely possessing my heart and medulla oblongata with strange affection  & thoughts.
The poem talks about how deep the poet loved her lover
Apr 2020 · 135
Fine Rhythm
Nolwazi Mabuza 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 ...
Apr 2020 · 407
He
Nolwazi Mabuza Apr 2020
He
The beauty of the eyes is priceless,
For it is He that I saw and still see.
Mind if I interrogate this being?
Never did I saw such raunchiness!
Are you a model?
I mumbled at the far right corner with my mouth dripping.
Jocular mind he possessed,
I glimpsed at he every second
For my myocardium throbs too swift to be focused.
Isn't it a surprise?
How could one ever be so dexterous?
As a being astonished by all his deeds
I ought for more of him
For he is too mischievous to be lone.
The poem talks of a young lady who fell head over hills in love with a very handsome and attractive man as she first saw him. She questioned herself about his sexiness and how wise he was & became curious to know more about him.
#he

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