Gone My Love
8 March, 2005
Author: Franca Adah
Brooms in hands
Sweeping away the dust
like my love for you
come and pass like the wind
Look!oh! At the Mudhuts
With cracks all over
but sometime ago stands beautiful
but now old and cracky and falls
Like a mango tree
tender but cut down with no survival
our love for tommorow
never had a dance to dance
Rainfalls and wash away particles
yet seem never to, sliding gently
our love stood just for a while
gone with drums of our ancestors.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Britney (172.16.2.18) -- Wednesday, March 9 2005, 06:55 pm Nice. ~Britney~ |
| kehinde (80.88.153.197) -- Friday, March 11 2005, 06:20 pm you are full of message endowered with talents ..pls keep it up |
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