Treasure Island

kfm Productions

(30 / 03 / 1987)

My blink...(05 / 09 / 2013 / 09: 55-AM) .


The fact is i have the ability to blink, /
hence i am losing hope to achieve my dream... /

Koena France Mokoena

KFM PRODUCTIONS.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is about the things, which i wish...when i lose touch with what i need in my life for this matter. So, i am dedicating it to anyone, who would like to be on the same situation like me as a poet for this matter.
The fact is i have composed it in Intabazwe Public library, hence i am inspired by my dream of marrying a white women for this matter.

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