Shadrech Cayomble

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Shadrech Cayomble
Wednesday 26 September 2018

RABBIT STEW

The wind still blows
The dust still rises
The grass still grows

The wall clock ticks louder than ever before
Because of the silence you left behind
I trail the empty graves for salvation
Only the mounted crosses carres my empty desires
And the rising dust winds wipe my tears
I try to end my lamentations
But this end is where I begin
My heart dances to the tune of sorrow's melody
And the eyes Navigating through your endless generosity
The ecstasy of your smile was an epitome of beauty
Alas! Your flourishing fragrance is now six feet deep
Joy is vanquished, we dance to sorrow's beat

The wind still blows
The dust still rises
The grass still grows
Your picture still in the frame

As you trail the lanes of worlds yonder
The terrestrial shores unknown
I sit painted in ashes and black dirt
Trading myself for memories
Acknowledging your departure
My heart draws cold and cold
The me in me drifts away slowly
Drowning in the depths of sadness
And the heights of despair
As I strike my eye on the pictures framed on the wall
I rekindle the memories
And I wonder how you live over there
Because here:
The wind still blows
The dust still rises
The grass still grows
Your picture still in the frame
And I still dine on rabbit stew


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Shadrech  Cayomble

Shadrech Cayomble
9/26/2018 8:01:59 AM

My Love oh my Dove
The day that our love 
would find its way
From my heart into your soul
Embrace It until it's wings grow tall
And It's legs cease to crawl
Then we shall stroll
Serene celestial shore
With you in my arms oh my Love


Victor Isaiah

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9/18/2018 7:07:20 AM

My love

O mother of affections,
Heartthrob of my spirit
Lovebird of a darling soul;
like a river, you let
Love flow through my heart
O my love.


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7/1/2018 5:01:55 AM

MOTHER
You are my pain curing,
You are my thoughts hearing,
You are my progress rising,
That's why soul of mine is good..
You are that person who blessed me like a tactor,
You are my bene factor,
And don't let me lose hope,
That's why soul of mine is good..


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When I saw him, my charming prince.
The burden that filled my heart,
melted away. At the sound of his angelic voice. Ho, my lovely charming prince.


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2/8/2018 6:46:15 PM

A sweet sensation, I can sense the flavour.
As the butterfly, flying in my stomach.
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