tears are in the sense of pain that that can be expressed
but eyes are in the sense of look in one thought of sight but
trust where man character always take hue, more or less from forms of
color on them imposed which will be wrong, injustice of the measure
exacted you have and soul that is with me no man will degrade the power of peace in our soul, in our soul may be secret of peace an untold word so cry, cry, i cry, i cry you cry but with the commend of pain, joy and speechless all concern nothing but truth of feign.
love it never did and it will never did indeed, the soul is undegraded
bless to us, me you overcaming the shadow of darkness.
so shall the light for thy the soul for stir
QUOTE=='unwise men hold thought to the untold moment of unhold thought of an act, dure to the movement of his soul so; wise men thought of the script while moveing with an act of ilfe so to be wise act NORMAL TO ABNORMAL ACT THEN ACT ABNORMAL TO NORMAL so to be wise be unwise'==
BY; NQOBILE FREDERICK NKOMONDE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I LOVE HIS WORK IT LIKE HE IS FROM THE PAST PEOPLE WHO ARE CLOSED TO HIM ARE VERY LUCK ESPACAIL HIS GIRFREND AND HIS MOTHER