Like a dying horse

Posted on by Lazarus Shatipamba

Consistency is the mother of mastery.

Robin Sharma

Hi. Nice of you to join me today. I’m glad you are still with us on the good side of life.

I penned today’s poem a few days ago, in commemoration of the cold day which sent me freezing, seeking the warmth of my blankets just so I could stop shivering. As always, I hope you enjoy reading it, and that you have an awesome day.

Like a dying horse
This winter is in its last death throws.

It knows its time is about to come to an end
And so, like the last dying kick of a horse
It blows the cold wind extra hard
And makes the nights especially bitter
For it knows its time is about to end
Because anytime soon spring will begin to bloom
To spell its eventual doom.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Published by Lazarus Shatipamba

Hi there! My name is Lazarus but my friends call me Laza. You can too. I'm a young adult from the sunny, windy city of Windhoek, who is on an odyssey of sorts. Call it a spiritual journey through my imagination into my soul, to discover what keeps me whole, and brings me closer to my Higher Self.

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