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Madiba (sonnet14)
There are no dead ends, only the birthplace of awaited dreams. Plumbed with the bold mace.
The hidden roads opens to the dance hall, the river wash is brighter, the flowers shawl.
War or peace or war without end. Death and grief and deaf till none dread the toll.
To pass the neighbours house quietly stabbed by the silence that dwells in it? flagged down by the stranded traveller, to take fright and flee from him so he breaks by midnight? to the a gunshot at the falling leaf? To raze the house seeking to trap the thief?
There are no dead ends, Beyond the closed sky is the kingdom of the brave and the shy.
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The hidden roads opens to the dance hall, the river wash is brighter, the flowers shawl.
War or peace or war without end. Death and grief and deaf till none dread the toll.
To pass the neighbours house quietly stabbed by the silence that dwells in it? flagged down by the stranded traveller, to take fright and flee from him so he breaks by midnight? to the a gunshot at the falling leaf? To raze the house seeking to trap the thief?
There are no dead ends, Beyond the closed sky is the kingdom of the brave and the shy.
© All Rights Reserved
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