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DUST WON'T LAST Soon the moon will untune, Its c

DUST WON'T LAST Soon the moon will untune, Its coat will be empty to the eye. The body will be dry, I wish not to know of your future sighs, I wont say bye , For my hands will not work as lively as wipers of a soaked car. No blood will pluck my strings, No ashes in me will be a thing. You will pack me in the wooden bag that carries humans that are broken beyond repair. You will stair at the poisonous bed. You will accuse any black bird and bats you will see. But later 'Earth ' you will realise is just a stair that leads people to drown in meali-meal of soil. While dressing my home with flowers and tears, you will cry. Then the vicar will join my nothingness to the ground and on earth I nolonger will be found. (p.c poems 21)ii. ©philzz mutafya chisunka when graves will call....
DUST WON'T LAST Soon the moon will untune, Its coat will be empty to the eye. The body will be dry, I wish not to know of your future sighs, I wont say bye , For my hands will not work as lively as wipers of a soaked car. No blood will pluck my strings, No ashes in me will be a thing. You will pack me in the wooden bag that carries humans that are broken beyond repair. You will stair at the poisonous bed. You will accuse any black bird and bats you will see. But later 'Earth ' you will realise is just a stair that leads people to drown in meali-meal of soil. While dressing my home with flowers and tears, you will cry. Then the vicar will join my nothingness to the ground and on earth I nolonger will be found. (p.c poems 21)ii. ©philzz mutafya chisunka when graves will call....
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