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#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
Her heart in pieces it breaks,
Her hand the pieces it rakes.
She was looking for love,
At an age were she should have been flying higher than a dove.
© umuntu mutwe
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
Her heart in pieces it breaks,
Her hand the pieces it rakes.
She was looking for love,
At an age were she should have been flying higher than a dove.
© umuntu mutwe
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