Poof goes my oppressive ego

I know what I am doing
Where I have no earth master
When I listen to how it is
Still and want for nothing
My sweet pace
My love.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

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lisalotusqueen says:

April 15, 2015 at 2:57 pm

🙂

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Bill Jones, Jr. says:

March 24, 2015 at 3:11 am

I love poems that breathe. This one takes time to inhale. Nicely done.

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1. Nomzi Kumalo says:
  
  March 26, 2015 at 12:22 pm
  
  Thank you kindly Bill.
  
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Ajualuv Ascension Essentials LLC says:

March 21, 2015 at 1:33 pm

This is so beautiful. I love it.

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paula graham says:

March 19, 2015 at 6:12 pm

Lovely words again, would be great to feel like that…to not want.

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1. Nomzi Kumalo says:
  
  March 21, 2015 at 12:41 pm
  
  Did you ever read my poem called “Love until the end of time”? Have a lovely weekend Paula. 🙂
  
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readinpleasure says:

March 19, 2015 at 4:59 pm

You are your own woman, moving at your own pace and sometimes that is all that counts. 🙂

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1. Nomzi Kumalo says:
  
  March 21, 2015 at 12:24 pm
  
  Word. 🙂
  
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