The Dry Pond
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Kenneth Maswabi
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I wished for a glass of water
to quench my drought
wash my throat
and maybe plant a few words
in my poetic garden
that stand empty
having lost its bloom
words wilting under the sun
losing their shine
under my watch
I stand at your feet
covered by mud
leaving me without words
to describe my loss
my eyes running dry
with no tears to wet your face
soothe your mind
and heal your wounds
in your dry bed
sorrow abound
I sit by your side
no words flowing
no poetic songs
no butterflies
nothing exist
your life gone
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