MUNHU
What is man
What is he made of
Flesh, blood and bone
Things chiseled in stone
Or He is just fragments of the Devine
Who is man
What is he made from
Body, Soul and Spirit
Things out of this world
Things so bright they shine
Man is the embodiment of universal perfection
Man is embedded with endless possibilities
Man is burdened with the desire for more but there is nothing more
Man is burdened with rediscovering what has been discovered long ago
Man is plagued by imperfection not knowing imperfection is life
As good as dead, as evil as life,
When the fruit is ripe, it falls off
When the fruit is ripe, it starts to rot
When the fruit is fine, it begins to die
When the fruit is ripe, its ready to be eaten.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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