Men feared the fire of his soul by Simphiwe Phukwane

Simphiwe Phukwane | February 19th, 2012 | poetry | No Comments

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For in the light dark shades of his being
appeared to fade.
stories untold were painted on canvas of stones.
these stories had uncovered thoughts of loneliness

He took his time to stand and listen to voices
screaming whispers of hope.
Still shaking, his hands carved dreams of hope.
in his heart he knew they could be true.

He sang songs of freedom to shed  light
the melodies destructed trials of misery.
the beatings of his heart, just like  a drum
were on the same rhythm

his hands could in fear
bring hope,
his smile in sorrow
bring happiness

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