Every one has found many things that they look at and go wow, and these are a few of mine because i would end up with a big book of them. These things have tried so much to teach me that appreciation is more than one aspect, its as broad as the word itsel
That a mother can defend her guilty son with no shadow of a doubt
Ignore the company of proof, shun close council and hold him tight.
What a marvel; when a man chooses to divorce his pride and court reason,
and a woman loves more than she will ever love herself.
What a spectre,
when the hardest heart softens
and the cruellest of minds experiences kindness.
When airy peace comforts the lost,
a destitute owns the world,
and he with no roof calls the streets their home.
It was a spectacle,
When one's grandmother refused to quit until she said goodbye,
and that in her eyes it was not quitting, but simply letting go.
May be if I pay heed to my life,
I will learn what a spectacle it is to live.
~Hidden3motionz
Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2015-12-06 at 14:37
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What A Spectacle
Oh what a sight it is,That a mother can defend her guilty son with no shadow of a doubt
Ignore the company of proof, shun close council and hold him tight.
What a marvel; when a man chooses to divorce his pride and court reason,
and a woman loves more than she will ever love herself.
What a spectre,
when the hardest heart softens
and the cruellest of minds experiences kindness.
When airy peace comforts the lost,
a destitute owns the world,
and he with no roof calls the streets their home.
It was a spectacle,
When one's grandmother refused to quit until she said goodbye,
and that in her eyes it was not quitting, but simply letting go.
May be if I pay heed to my life,
I will learn what a spectacle it is to live.
~Hidden3motionz
Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
Read 690 times
Written on 2015-12-06 at 14:37
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