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    Whispers Of The Wind: Bluebird's song, #1
    Whispers Of The Wind: Bluebird's song, #1
    Whispers Of The Wind: Bluebird's song, #1
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    Whispers Of The Wind: Bluebird's song, #1

    By Tinaye Makwanise

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    The wind is always blowing telling us wise words we don't have the ability to listen to. Here are collection of poems. 50 general poems that aren't of a specific niche

    Poems about love, the joy and sorrow it brings, poems about greatnes and how it calls people 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBluebird
    Release dateFeb 26, 2024
    ISBN9798224304196
    Whispers Of The Wind: Bluebird's song, #1
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    Tinaye Makwanise

    Tinaye Theophany Makwanise is a poet whose verses reflect the rich tapestry of his upbringing in Mutare, Zimbabwe. From the vibrant landscapes of his childhood to the bustling streets of Bulawayo and the serene valleys of Nyanga, Tinaye's poetry is imbued with the essence of his Zimbabwean roots. A graduate of Masiyephambili Junior School in Bulawayo and St Mary Magdalene's High School in Nyanga, Tinaye continued his academic journey at St Columba's High School, also in Bulawayo, where he completed his A-levels. While his formal education provided a strong foundation, it was his deep-seated passion for poetry that truly shaped his artistic path. Currently pursuing a course in Electronic Engineering at the Harare Institute of Technology, Tinaye's dual interests in technology and the arts inform his creative endeavors, offering a unique perspective that enriches his poetry. Tinaye's poetic voice is characterized by its lyrical beauty, introspective depth, and keen observation of the human experience. His verses explore themes of identity, love, loss, and the quest for meaning, inviting readers to journey alongside him through the landscapes of emotion and imagination. In addition to his writing, Tinaye is an advocate for the power of poetry to inspire change and foster empathy. Through his work, he seeks to bridge divides, celebrate diversity, and ignite conversations that transcend borders and boundaries.

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      Whispers Of The Wind - Tinaye Makwanise

      A walk alone

      A walk alone I will take

      I won't look back at the pack

      For others I did toil

      But only myself did I soil

      They won't ask where I went

      They never noticed where I sat

      At the mountain's peak I will be seen

      Away from scratching their backs

      They will be dwarfs in my songs of great heights

      And where my name is in the books they will not be found

      Brother

      Footsteps always sounded mildly behind me

      this was the source of my bravery

      Your ears were a net

      that caught my every idea

      Sometimes big

      at times fresh

      at most small and malnourished

      ––––––––

      In the rain we ran

      in the sun we strolled

      wherever the wind blew us we went

      ––––––––

      When I wanted to find myself

      all I did was look for you

      Like tongs we held the world together

      Like scissors we cut through

      The future I envisioned was the reflection of yours

      ––––––––

      Long had the world stopped to get between us

      as it had realized the space between us was non-existent

      These were our thoughts

      The world proved them to be mere opinions 

      Miles from being facts

      ––––––––

      The walk you took

      turned out to be a journey to the sun

      and long I waited for your return

      You had taken what was mine

      in the thought that it was yours

      Forsaking the you around me

      while salvaging the little of me you had left behind

      I returned to the place I thought I knew

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