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- Author: Ndaba Sibanda
- Publisher: Pen It! Publications, LLC
- Year: 2021
- Pages: 84
- ISBN-10: 1954868561
- ISBN-13: 9781954868564
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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The beauty of love was in the air. I felt its beat thundering, burning and melting into my heart with a startling ferocity. It drew my heart to her heart and gave birth to a new fusion. In my dreams and thoughts, it murmured those rhythms of everlasting togetherness whose fire is fearless.
I perched on its wings and wheels when I was far from her, and her nearness sang in full swing, in praise of a warmth that conquers the vagaries of her weather, her seasons and reasons. In her absence, I was haunted by a certain addictive hunger. I desired to be completed and healed by her closeness.
There was an emptiness I could not bear or escape from. In my heart I banished the cyclicity with which our heated arguments occurred. Such contentions and shouts were consigned to the dustbin of past times. I was convinced that the road ahead had no blind turns or sharp humps.
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- Author: Ndaba Sibanda
- Publisher: Pen It! Publications, LLC
- Year: 2021
- Pages: 84
- ISBN-10: 1954868561
- ISBN-13: 9781954868564
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
The beauty of love was in the air. I felt its beat thundering, burning and melting into my heart with a startling ferocity. It drew my heart to her heart and gave birth to a new fusion. In my dreams and thoughts, it murmured those rhythms of everlasting togetherness whose fire is fearless.
I perched on its wings and wheels when I was far from her, and her nearness sang in full swing, in praise of a warmth that conquers the vagaries of her weather, her seasons and reasons. In her absence, I was haunted by a certain addictive hunger. I desired to be completed and healed by her closeness.
There was an emptiness I could not bear or escape from. In my heart I banished the cyclicity with which our heated arguments occurred. Such contentions and shouts were consigned to the dustbin of past times. I was convinced that the road ahead had no blind turns or sharp humps.
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