Daddy I am cold
The blankets of mommy’s words can’t warm me up
The millions of goosebumps on my skin
Each a minute thinking of where you went
Why can’t I find comfort?
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Ode to the Writer, Poetry by Siza Sibiya
Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
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