Tshielo Nature Otsogile Biography

I promised to put ya to sleep..,
But i seem to have ran out of words i'd deem sweet..
sweet like the cupcakes you always eat, yet so gentle and warm..
warm like does to your hands a cup of tea...
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There it was finally,
standing tall, such a work of excellence
Another man's work of art,
turning man into love birds that gather but in all seasons
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The intrisic nature of my apology remains a mystery..
Unknown also to its beholder but it shall search through history..
Unfolding closed chapters, attempting to fill deep scars..
It seeks to ask the absence of our closeness, for now we stand afar like stars
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The sun is setting, and its the birth of the night..
I should be excited but my soul turns and shivers..
My emotional whirl-wind is impossible to hide..
The life in my eyes disappears, dreams seem far fetched and my zeal no longer glitters..
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My canvas is blank.
That is all.
Maybe it is the message um trying to relay.
But who am i kidding, my mind's thoughts are always racing,
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