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Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

Updated: Sun, 26 Jun 2022 03:30 pm

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Biography

Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche is a poet who is in verge to unravel the deep meaning of life.

Annabel Lee( Hannah Cherub)

I’m in a sphere of grief. Words turn into spears, piercing on this heart of mine, felt the cuts of love, felt the tearing of affection. Felt the pain of Edgar Allen Poe. Annabel Lee loved when novelty, cherished when she was a mere greenhorn. Loved her so affectionately, like an Agape. Described her love with the halo moon, took her to the kingdom by the sea. Enshrined your love for her with the stars, the sun remained envious. Your love made angels green eyed, created a havoc in the heaven places. Annabel Lee you left him young And it killed him. He mentioned your name eight times, Annabel Lee, the beautiful Annabel Lee. A fair lady I suppose, you balanced his spiritual and material being. He symbolized you as infinite love forever together and the dark cloud and ravens sung a dirge Oh! Annabel Lee.

Rivers

The heart of the issue is the modern principle, that does not hold much water, death of us, sever from the bosom thine breast and dispersed, surmounted morals by sadist of uncivil. Mammoth falling gradually dying without remorse, history hidden on the hills and caves, decipher not, roots abandoned for modern indulgence, eyes see not, civilization dying in the orb of beauty when wine blinds us. Rivers moving upstream, oceans feeding rivers, deserts with dense pine trees, oasis with mackerels, the amazons’ sands with camel foot prints, the Savanah snow rain paint beauty of pandas. Mother is blinded by mammon, father drunk with savory of rum while it digs, it destroys the spirit while it penetrates the cudgel spell.

Rhetoric questions

Rhetoric questions I am a slave, aelf-inflicted pain selfish in a pan soul searching for salvation Prison bars of mild steel, Do you need emancipation? Do you need freedom? Rhetoric questions in grief, unanswered question in shackles, abstract question in the squirm.

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