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Tanea Nyika
As daisies do yawn.
Also hatred will mourn.
Dispersing at the break of dawn.
Falling of every moon.
True love ain’t imaginary
Visible by the bliss of the smile,
Touch of tingling love for a while,
Warmth of unfathomable depths.
Light of the moon in dreary nights.
It’s ever like a life time away,
Yet we find it along the way.
In the process we meet roses.
Some love taking overdoses.
Keeping you off the leashes.
Some leave thorns,
Some have given us scars.
But that’s how we learn.
Some looked like gold, tasted bitter.
Some like rust that could glitter.
When we’ve searched and grown tired,
Love finally starts searching for us.
With the ignition of a new flame.
It will make both knees go lame.
Light comes our path,
Burning away the past.
So seldom, its best to let love lead,
For it eventually will come your way.
And of all the hatred it will get rid.
You’ll give thanks, getting one out of need.
Tanea Nyika is a student at First Class Academy in Mutare
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