Dead by the ancestry souls
reborn to a bonding far beyond,
Impossible by millennium's back
fresh and ready to start decades now,
A torment to fictitious joy,
A growth to memories,
Loves as dead way back
love's blossoming right back.
When impossible seemed right,
Distance created the biggest fathoms.
Hands light touch
Made sparkles in a huge bunch,
Lips locked under the stars,
life was given to love,
Dead way back
Blossoming itself right back.
Once a try out,
Now a living phenomenon,
Dead to the ancestry
A dawning to reality,
The present chew on it's brutality,
Some swim in it's utopia,
Others leas into phobia,
Love has it's cool atmosphere.
For what was dead way back
Is blossoming to life right back.
Love as heavenly
Handled as manly.
Love as a beauty
Darkened up to a twitch naughty,
broken spirits haughty,
love as genuine
love can be all we take in.
Dead to the ancestry,
Blossoming back to reality.
Bard mwendwa 🍃
©mwendwa
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