Dear Wame You are not mine Wish you were mine as your name tells But me and your name, we are a contradiction I don’t know why I met you And why I did let out my depths to flow unto you They say it is love But what is love when I am blue Dear Wame, where are you Let me ask you, do you really know why the moon is waning? It is a sign of wincing so as for it not to cry from your Running away from saccharine streams The moons, stars and suns alike if they exist were meant To be portend of protection unto you I mean beacons which comes before gloomy happenings Isn’t it sweet for you solely to be having such? Beware of the other side of the world for it’s a noose Dear Wame, I don’t want to call you a goose. Flip not your wings to the feral lands Come to my hands and I will sing you sweet songs eternally I mean to say perennial hymns Songs residing on a sole season; joy and joy; and joy It is not yet sunset Just fling back and we can have something great The Gods of romance long told of us May we please take the world on our hands? I mean our world-an astonishing creation. Please change all the blue spots you made to some warm creation. Dear Wame, listen to the songs of ferventness Inflated as the balloon It is passion that gives and tells of sense in love. Look and listen to my pipe as words it releases Dear Wame, I am calling and calling; and calling © 2014, All Rights Reserved Ponatshegelo Mista Poke Katlholo
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 20:49:44 +0000
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