Life The Song, by Lawrence Mathebula Subscribe to rss feed for Lawrence Mathebula
Posted: 2018-11-30 04:52:41 UTC
I love the plain,
Things, people find them vain
Colourless my full flowers
At last, that song is ours;

A melody of the soul,
The healing vibraphone
My lyrics after it ,follow
And yours will come,tomorrow

Listening, I shall be there
While earthly creatures hear,
The inspiring song
Of day and night, prolong

Life that song, a refrain
Of ourselves, we play
These Lyre strings, always
That song, be full and wane.

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