The wine might be young but we have timeA Poem by Azakhiwe Dilinga
It is not a dream
or a phantom as it use to be when my heart lurked for learnt love You alter atoms of things I thought I loved. Laughter laughs with me once more. It is not a glass of wine but the entire reserve, and time is the barrel. © 2025 Azakhiwe Dilinga |
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1 Review Added on August 18, 2025 Last Updated on August 18, 2025 AuthorAzakhiwe DilingaSouth AfricaAboutPoetry is a device to translate my essence. Sometimes, I can’t articulate what I feel. But poetry finds the voice I don’t always have. Writing searches parts of me I didn't even kno.. more.. |

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