Peter Lungile Chidothe Poems

When my voice dies
Speak, my pen speak
When my hands fail to pull the strings
Speak, my pen speak
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© Peter Lungile Chidothe

Hail the king, hail the king, you dwellers of all kind
Be gentle, be still, for here he comes
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©Peter Lungile Chidothe

Has the night blended sweet and sour?
Of beauty that catches the eye
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©Peter Lungile Chidothe

Some roads; less travelled
Some, you're going to travel alone
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Am sorry for the pain
Like a paper in my hand...I thought I had a
pen
So like ink the words just flow
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Let them come
Let them fly
There are no butterflies tonight
Just you and me
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I love love
Because I know I will be in love
With a person who loves
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It is once in a blue moon
I see a blue moon
When am in the snow
When it is snowing
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My heart beats
It beats for you
And only you
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Make a way for him, and give him a hand
He is a wounded soldier
Fighting in the front lines
In a midst of a fierce fire
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