By Alfred Tembo

When the spirit was at its apex
Love. She felt a burning like in the hearth

Deflowered in her blooming youth sloping upwards
Crystal showers of day dream turns into tears
The gay world she traced her dreams escaping
Into the arms of artist wannabes
She stopped at all dreary points

The heifer’s divine cradle perishes
And loses memories of sweet Hosanna melodies

Sarudzai’s heartbroken and efforts youth is laid behind in an unmarked grave
Steeped into a thousand virtues’ hated pathways (for a while)
Flowered with incomplete tedious vain expense
Behind life’s wasted remains abandoned in regrets
And selfish expenditure, plans and blown away chances

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