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Sunday, December 8, 2013


                                          With ink I mourn

Pain in my heart sojourns
I have a dream,
To give a man eternal life.

I am just another mortal
With tear-filled eyes
My dreams remain a mirage
Sadly I stare at the stones.

As a child I knew him,
I doubt if he will ever know me,
As a man I envied him
 I know he will never envy me.

To fight and win,
A dream we all nurture,
 To rest a ’ graceful sleep’.

I write in tears.
I see a deity going to rest
 The thought alone makes me weep
I see Mandela in a coffin.

©  Fonka mutta beau-bernard

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