Treasure Island

Musa Ndhlovu

(1994 April 04 / SOUTH AFRICA MPUMALANGA)

From Strangers To Lovers


Never seen together before time
Allowed them to be in the same
Field of mind building.
Not expecting any bonding.

Now both at same level,
The one I call stage eleven.
Never thought I of friendship,
Neither did I think of a relationship.

When we closed, they knew friendship,
Now we open, they find a relationship.
Yes; some will congratulate
And some will compliant.

Souls talk just as birds
Sing every day after rise.
More like a wolf in
Every full moon in the dark sky.

But now, from two months
It has finally come to mouth.
We bond; building a ship
That will revile our relationship.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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