My Soul (Sonnet 2018), by Lawrence Mathebula |
A poet, but a singer Of the dream, A writer, lyricist; A passionate artist Of my themes From the heart, Him quiet like a nun. The beat, I sing Is conventional art Of the years Oncoming, far and near. A poet, but in love A weaver, with the Lyre He charges to the air! |
Posted: 2018-11-09 08:15:37 UTC |
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