A Never Ending Verse
When crippled twice in the breath
When lights shine and overturn the dreadlock
When water slippers by metres' grave
The fashion follow and falls, the singer filters
The unrisen hook gets the wrath
And curls again the dreadlock with clays
And the tortured soul gets by and smiles
And awaits the author's take the plea
In the never ending verse
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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