by Clement Suze
Bliss all the way through dusk
Am awaken, am born
Am equal to the task
Dread a lone walk; it’s a woman’s musk
Even in the ambiance of gloom
Hold tight my hand
As I cling to Yahweh
Endure to make bond
And shall you walk with me to the end
When am vile
When am broken
When am gone
Yet with you am altogether strong
Am only but a pilgrim.
From:
clement suze
Copyright ©:
clement suze 2015
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born 11th September 1983. Loves reading writings of different kinds. A student of Law at Zambia Open University. Loves poetry with a passion.
Last updated March 25, 2015