In next life, I wilt own thou.
Echoes of his whistle
Screams like a whisper
That left me in the cage
Softly, she said: "I wilt return."
In next life, I wilt own thou.
Sold future in the bush
Jealous of an old heart
All in one with memories
Love is a ghost I cannot seize.
In next life, I wilt own thou.
Party pictures in thy frame,
Bliss light like a fire flame
Wealth as thy captive, well
Prayers wilt bless my desires.
In next life, I wilt own thou.
Sleep in his warm chest,
Smile as he touches thou
And do whatever, it's fine
But I wilt run to the finish line.
In next life, I wilt own thou.
Hush my kids he calls his,
The heart he thinks I hast lost
And the vows froze in the frost
Keep them safe, until we rejoin.
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2023 08:46
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A very elegant writing !
Hmm, thanks for commenting, pal.
Excellent work.
These words cross the plains of the now into the afterlife... A love such as this knows no boundaries and respects no time, present and future... That humble refrain "In next life, I wilt own thou" speaks from such a humble heart, I don't see how anyone can not be moved by it.
Sometimes, all we are left with is hope, and patience. Not today, but tomorrow or next tomorrow. love is patient and when its home is a strong heart, it stays for always. Thanks for the feedback, I loved that you know what I wrote.
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