Alas, the beauteous garden fair, In summer's blaze, met its despair. Once vibrant blooms, now memories pale, A sight that maketh my heart wail.
By Takudzwa Mlambo8 months ago in Poets
Whosoever discovers me, be of true existence, My heart, delicate, cradled in tender embrace, Thy affection, a remedy, a healing persistence,
Marry a poet, and you'll find each day, A world in words, in verses, they'll convey. For in their lines, emotions come alive,