Sicelo Sithole - The Magic Window

The birds are skinny rats
The oceans and skies are filthy cats
Through this magic window
All things fall to the wings of this blue shadow
The lightning and the bright sun are sweet waters
The buildings on the streets are four alters
In this magic window
There is not a pore where reality can pour

Sicelo Sithole

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