Retain your shine

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Retain your shine. 08/02/2020. Saturday.

Don’t be alarmed by the sores of thy soul,
Revise the pages of thy soul,
Taste the temperature of your breath,
Test the vigour of your thirst for the prize,
See if they match and strike the cloud.

Be not complacent of the magnitude of your passions,
Nurse the sky until it awards you the pie,
Enlighten the horizon until rain descends on thy yard,
Awaken the lost puppies of dazzle,
Remarry your desert of bliss.

Cement the grip and make it rain. It must reign.
Furnish your pastures,
Rubbish your sinful pastors,
Caress your shoulders with a pure crown,
Polish your songs with tunes of angelic tongues.

Find your devices of terror,
Bury the precise norms of trauma,
Burn the dances of polluted sex,
Ban your ties with suits of sin and lovers of deceit,
Nominate your stars, dominate your scars.

Slice the nice prize,
Pack and track your integrity along,
Strive to be full of soothing eyes,
Avoid being a fool of smoothing tries,
Elevate your mountains, seize the breasts of your cravings.

March as if they have no match with you,
Smile and fry their envy with earthquakes,
Try until they tie themselves to the grave,
Fight till they crucify their weapons to the pit,
Do not rest until they taste the worst.

by blessing mhlanga*****************************************************************

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