Used To Be
An avenue that used to be
Now with a lone sideroad tree all by itself
A spring garden of purple roses spreading from up hill down through the valley
A colourful sunset azure that used to reflect from a rose garden is never seen any more
The colour of your smile that used to be
Now paints black all over my face
I loved to miss you then
But I miss to love you now
All that never mattered then is what matters now
I used to be free then but Im enslaved now
I wish I had loved now like I was loved then
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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