Wednesday, 12 March 2014


The soft flow of your steps,
caressing each eye,
that catches a glimpse of how you lift your feet,
there’s a feel that compels one to stand, stare and sigh,
your smile brushing every word ,magnifying tunnels to ones greeting.

Revealing every lie,
those eyes that ties,
tunnels to portals of hearts,
rebuking evil intentions to seek redemption,
admiration is vital to your eyely command,
lady on unseasoned vision,
beauty isn’t modified with a gruelling glance.
Yours is as simple as Gods revelation.

By Napo Robert Mokoena (South Africa) 

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1 comment:

  1. Sheer, pure verse. A portal to poetry