Die In My Lap (Romantic poem of the day) 

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There is blood in the street

Where a young lady stares

 at her husband in defeat,

He lays in  her arms, like a babe,

His pensive face a picture of serenity,

He gusps one time, and he is gone,

Just like that into  the unknown!
There are tears in the streets,

The sun has gone down, never to rise again;

Little ones scurry around their dead father,

Not sure what ‘death’ could mean,

Yet their eyes have tears to give,

I watch them drip to the grit,

Mingling with their father’s blood.
Tafadzwa Lemuel Chiwanza
Die In My Lap (Romantic poem of the day) 

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