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Those Roses
Sweet air where is your home?
Mine is nowhere far from my heart,
Where roses are breathing still.
You smell like nothing else I know, but those roses.
I now feel no thought of floods and storms in me.
Hate is now the stranger of my mind.
In these days of drought and fire,
Tell me, who sent you here?
Evil is the best foe to Goodness,
Why these trees are dancing fast now?
Dark clouds resemble no good, I know.
I miss nowhere better, but home
For the smell of those roses.
Who like to be always a traveler?
© Buthelezi N
Mine is nowhere far from my heart,
Where roses are breathing still.
You smell like nothing else I know, but those roses.
I now feel no thought of floods and storms in me.
Hate is now the stranger of my mind.
In these days of drought and fire,
Tell me, who sent you here?
Evil is the best foe to Goodness,
Why these trees are dancing fast now?
Dark clouds resemble no good, I know.
I miss nowhere better, but home
For the smell of those roses.
Who like to be always a traveler?
© Buthelezi N
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