In the season of black confetti skies
He is still playing the redeemer
And she dances around that song
While she can still skip the adverts
But for how long.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
In the season of black confetti skies
He is still playing the redeemer
And she dances around that song
While she can still skip the adverts
But for how long.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
Miss.Nomzi Kumalo this is so true, “how long” indeed
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Quite some time it will take. Plus we have our hands full, what with selfies and all.
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thanks for the visit. nice poetry you have here
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You are most welcome Virgilio. Ta. 🙂
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Love this poem, especially, “the season of black confetti skies”– WOW! I haven’t been around much, haven’t been well. I hope to be more consistent and present soon.
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Why thank you Willow. I really hope that you get better soon and that you can be patient with your body and mind while your spirit grows. 🙂
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I love this. Merci.
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Thank you dear. I appreciate you taking the time out. Merci aussi. 🙂
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