Zimbabwe
By Musaemura Zimunya
The mind that dreamt this dream
Massively reaching unto time and space
The voice that commanded
The talent that wove the architecture:
friezes of dentelle
herringbone
chequered patterns,
chevron
and all……
The many hands that put the silence together
Stone and bone will speak
Reach out to you in no sound
So mysteries will weave in your mind when I am gone.
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