Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

When the moon is on the roll,
And stars hanging by,
My soul takes rest.
When tides sleep beneath the palms of the sea,
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When you are far where my thought can reach
I'm born in a muse you are
Till you see me in dreams and prayers again
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We are born free from sorrows
We grew to marry our sorrows
In the expense of our happiness
The devil feasts on our souls
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I had worried in the nights
These had robbed me many peaceful sleeps
I had wondered in days
Wishing for me, time would reveal
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Stories under the sun
Rivers in the desert
Smiles of sadness
Beams bearing hate
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The night feels young
I need a breeze in my thoughts
This cupful will do me wonders
My sorrows for a while, it would kill
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Time eludes us
Days pass while we still dream
Night fadeS while we slumber still
But nothing is good like a beautiful dawn
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It's a journey of servants of the servitude,
And so, the desert's wrath continued peeling off skins of children born to learn lessons only about past pains. Heroes they are taught to celebrate, had long parted ways with the breath.
Those alive, are painted ruffians by hands of selective media mouths. To steal all the faith and hope they have in them. It's another lost course of a flock in quest of lands promised.
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Ashtrays saturated,
By ashes of blunts wasted
Wasted to save feelings on quicksands
From drowning in throats of a pain destroying
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Shadows of her love,
Ripped off his loving heart

Masked by innocence,
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Another bird left the cage stinking
Breathless, it lay on frozen floors
Many deaths it died before
They were soul's crucifixions and heart's piercings
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Remember when we had the moon?
We were titans reigning the heaven
But shadows sailed to our directions
They wore gleaming costumes
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Belittled children of the sun,
Birds in cages,
Of an identity lost and forgotten
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Tormented soul cries
As it leaves a burning hell
Which lured it by promises
Now, it treads on rough spell
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Stars in the dark gleaming,
Words written and uttered beaming
Darkened royals of truth
Crucified by disciples of ignorance
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Far away to the stars,
Where the whispers call my name,
To shine my flames,
My heathen robe I shall enflame
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So, the sun could smile
When we tread a glorious mile
Dancing on brims of triumph
For, heaven would be achieved
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Sleeping tides,
Butterflies in the air
Brims of heaven
Lighten night perished in ashes
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Ascend, like a rocket
A shooting star going opposite direction
Surf, dense clouds
Till you claim your place in the skies
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'Never, and never again shall it rain to kill' - you said
From the dump, I'm trying to build my ark
Yet, this rain floods away all my sweat
O, meaningless rainbow,
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