Hope
the sun is going down
behind the wood
to call upon the moon
at dawn
and noon
as wise as it could
but the time is gone
for me to go home
and rest upon a stone
and wait for the sun
tomorrow
and unearth memories
of ageing intellect
with passion and hope
as the sun
goes down
and usher me a kingdom come
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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