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The dream once imagined

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How could I possible forget?

How could I ease the pain, and wipe all the tears I had

When you left me hopelessly, I needed a guardian, but you were not there, you betrayed me

You took all my joys I could have had, they seemed inevitable but you made it possible

All the dreams I had, yes I was once a dreamer, I had high hopes, and yes I also wanted to prosper.

When you left me, I felt alone, I felt pain, great pain because you left me, you could have helped me, I could have helped you …maybe we could have helped each other

I still mourn. I still cry every night,  when I think of it, I wish death took it part, because you did not take part in raising your daughter part time….full time, you denied her  forever , she was doomed

Big dreams once imagined, big dreams  forbidden…you held the key to unlock those big dreams , you had it in you to make those dreams possible…..shattered the dreams, abolished the dream….it should have been polished to be…..no it was abolished and demolished.

She could have been a star, a president maybe….but now a peasant, the entanglement allowed itself, poverty welcomed itself…then death took part.

Death, Dreams completely shattered, no point of return, reincarnation was the only option, to keep the fire burning, to keep the dream alive, it only needed a fertile mind to make it all possible, the shattered dreams, yet to become unshattered , a sharp mind was needed to shape and mould the dream that was once shattered, it needed shatterproof to hinder it from being shattered once again, to hinder a catastrophe to repeat itself.

Dreams made possible kings of tomorrow born, come queens of tomorrow, deans, princes, princesses, shine thanks to the crown, angels born they shine thanks to the halo…

Green pastures, wealth, riches, moguls….all that thanks to the scattered dreams, people were needed life was not going to celebrate itself,   keep those dreams brewing, if shattered , will later be revived , brought back to life, because dreams bring good life.                

makhumza mzilikazi

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