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Tafadzwa Matamba Poems
The soothing sound of the mbira music, Oh listen to the hosho as it slices through the night's cool air With the near full silver moon shining over the burning fire. Through song and dance we come together.
On Another Day
A lone white sail boat Slowly gliding south-wards. The mournful cry of the seagull, Soon swallowed into fog's belly
The Sweet Dreams.
Was it at all to me clear That l was gonna shed a tear? Maybe my gut mumbled and l turned a deaf ear; All l wanted was to hold you near
When I Am Sad
I have the urge to be mad; Mad at any one who dares me Each time l am down and sad. When l am sad the world with another eye l see;
The rays will some day shine, In her lonely life wrapped in misery. The pain and sorrow will be gone, It will be a forgotten story.
A hopeful look in the eyes; I look forward to a better tomorrow, Filled with only but joy and no tears; And there will be none such as all this sorrow.
These Are The Days
From a very deep slumber arise! To a morning that is cold; A condition l so much despise, Yet still l have to be bold_
A night so dark! The silence is frightening; I am just but stuck And have stopped walking.
O, My Dearest Friend!
My heart cries out for you, As l recall it all: The troubles you are swimming in, And your heart that is sore.
The books l have read, The faces l have seen; The places l have been to_ And the joys that l have known
The Feeling Again.
It is close to noon; The feeling had disappeared, Mysteriously like the moon_ Yet here again it has reappeared!
When My Time Has Come!
When my time has come and l am gone, When everything about me has been said and done; Weep then at all not darling for me! For the sun again l shall not see;
The Full Moon
I can't see it; Yet l feel it so strongly, Hiding behind the clouds!
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A southeasterly wind has sprung up,
The sun is setting on the horizon;
Shades of red and yellow leaves_
Rattling along the tarred road.