Endless March

The sunlight hits the floors
Warming the cement walls
Perhaps it is cold in Paris too
And there is a price to pay
For hurting someone
There as well.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.


  1. Does he caress your hair
    Before consuming your lips?
    Does he bring you flowers,
    The tulips you love?
    Does he read each thought
    As it leaves your mind
    And lingers on your eyes
    Like dew on a winter leaf?
    Does it rain nostalgia in Paris
    When i write of us here?
    – Sumeet

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