a blooming roseA Poem by tafara nyamhingura
She is a rose that still has to bloom;
When she finally does bloom she will bring to the world a light; A light brighter than the sun; She will be the bright light will lead him to greatness. She is the late bloomer, the shining fate; The one with a righteous is the only one to understand her very existence; She is no saint but manknind's creation; A rose so red with thorns as sharp as lighting. © 2015 tafara nyamhingura |
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2015 Last Updated on February 19, 2015 Authortafara nyamhinguranorthern Ireland, belfast, United KingdomAboutFrench poet Jacques Rigaut said, “Don’t forget that I cannot see myself, that my role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror.” more..Writing
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