An invitation to kiss and dine

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An invitation to kiss and dine

Do not shame your train of pain,
It's too early to sell your weapons to your demons,
It's too late to crawl back to yester flames,
Your worth is within your heartbeat: the temple of your own paradise.
Ignore their gloat - they'll soon polish your path to glory.

Don't bury their negative songs in your heart,
Refrain from biting back the monster, focus on igniting your lost fires,
Commit to your passionate agenda,
Blow the kisses, drink the elegant but don't lose yourself 

Massage your wounds with sweet salt,
Paraphrase your divine seed: the seed of future elevation 
Befreind angelic humans with perfect imperfections and sold out hearts for decency.
Lighten your stolen moods, awaken the crippled delight, travel to the unknown fantasy but never forget to repair your faults

You can murder the beard of fear,
You can ascend beyond mother sky,
The trees will cherish your trials,
The birds will cheer you to climb on,
And your history of errors shall motivate you to cruise the sky.

Look ahead, the jaccuzi of rest is waiting for you,
The Lamborghini of honey-fame is eager to meet you,
Tender turkeys and juicy women are inviting you to a date,
Angels of prosperity are calling: come, let us kiss and dine.

By Blessing Mhlanga

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