In its trance, weak yet strong
Lost in the addictions of maybe
Awake to the aroma of possibilities
In a state of confused consciousness

When love arrived
With its celestial presence
Not blinded by its promises
Aware to realities trespassing
And chose to remain in its nativity 

When love arrived
Rare in its form and shape
Fluffy, putty, gentle and thorny
With no sense of direction
It stopped, paused a while, and refused to leave 

Marukgwane Moremogolo

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