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The Last Dance by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] A dance between the God's Is a metaphor for dying A phrase for prancing on landmines And hope immortality saves you from death It is guilty feet devoid of rhythm Dancing of beat because the heart stopped beating...

Things forgotten( an ode of memory) by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] The recollection of events Is the oxygen of existence For those who forget Struggle to breathe But the elders have taught us that There is nothing more dangerous Than an unchained memory It slips between the fingers like...

For Grandma by Linda Masilela

[tabby title="Poem"] The hands of time have turned into thieves That plunder your thoughts You rummage with hope only to find remnants of retrograde amnesia Existing after the pillage Your memory is nothing else but dust And your brain is...