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An Illusions
KB (1993/09/12 / Rustenburg (South africa))

An Illusions

Everything I behold,
Forever it is gold.
Striving to find somthing so pure,
My troubling eyes has no cure.

Everything I hath never last,
My bliss bust badly,
Now narrowness cover me up,
I no more want to hath anything.

My love is of devine,
True fondness I design,
'I love you'she mime.
So sad love is blind.

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Very good poem Tshepo.Thanks for sharing