Gomotsegang Sebadieta
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Tasteless, odorless, colorless
Yet valuable and versatile
Water, the one use for drinking
To quench thirst and dehydration
...
Shall I compare you to a drought?
Which comes around without notice?
And take away the lives
Of people, animals and plants
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Most people perceive
Death as dreadful
A thief which steals
Our beloved ones
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Roses have attractive hue
With an appealing scent
And delicate petals
pollinate, to give a life
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Mom, you are one of
The precious stones
God sent to me.
Every time I think of you,
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What is a friend?
Someone who is silver tongued?
Or who has an appealing tone?
Yet with a heart of a stone!
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God bless the child
Born without a silver spoon
The child who suffers,
The child without money,
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Gomotsegang Sebadieta Biography
i am from Maun, a town in the north west of Botswana. i'm currently a year 3 at University of Botswana.)
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Autumn
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
A season
Full of great things
A season that brings
Happiness to people
And animals
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Birds singing
Their morning songs
Praising the lord
For the fruits
Provided in the wild
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Butterflies flying
All over the gardens
Enjoying the scent
From the flowers
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Bees buzzing
From flower to flower
Collecting pollen
And making honey
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Cows mooing
In the forest
Enjoying
The green and fresh grass
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
Children sitting
Around the fire
Eating corn, watermelons,
Sweet reeds and squashes
Autumn, autumn, autumn
A season that is fruitful.
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4/25/2024 2:22:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is awesome. Pls load more thoughts of poetry and lets share the pieces of each thought of poetry without care of what(so) ever of our howsoever state of mind. Good pieces Ms. G.