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Waiting for the inevitable

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Like a seed in fertile soil

I germinated.

Like a plant, I grew strong and bore fruits

But now I know:

That like a flower in the autumn

I will fade.

Like dew on a sunny day

Melting is imminent.

As the sun rises

So, will it set.

After day

The night will follow

Yes, after birth

Death is inevitable.



Author: siphos1

I was born sometimes in the early 1960's in a small town of Nquthu. This is where the Anglo-Zulu War of 1879 took place. I studied in Lesotho and South Africa. I realised my addiction to the written word very early in my life. As you may be aware I only took action not so long ago. This is how I claim this title: author, Poet, Speaker or should I say Blogger as well?

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