Who is Julie Rose Hlongoane

Julie Rose Hlongoane is a set of twin sisters,born on the 11th of January 1996.Published authors born and bred in Polokwane,Limpopo in a small village called Mashashane.They spent all their childhood life there,but moved to the city of Cape Town in 2015 to further their studies.They have been writing since they were young and some of their work was used to teach at their primary school.They are also certified models/actresses signed with Cover Model Managent in Cape Town."Writing is our therapy.It gives us peace of mind and keeps us going.If we are a bit stressed,you will find us writing or singing."They write poetry and novels and some of their work include "The Journey " a poem and "Gnaw The Elephant" the novel....
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Julie Rose Hlongoane Poems

  • The Waking Hour
    It ticks and tocks,
    As it passes me by.
    A single click,a million shots
    Of thoughts that get me high. ...
  • The Shame Game
    Turn the lights on,
    For all to see.
    A heart on a sleeve torn,
    And eyes watery than the sea. ...
  • It's Epithy!
    Summer rain pouring down,
    Like crystal drops on tarred grounds.
    I could have sworn this was your crown,
    Your clueless head always in the clouds. ...
  • Broken Faith
    Daily cries...
    Screamed loud and poured out.
    With every muscle in the body there is,
    And few good memories to cherish. ...
  • Autumn's Charm
    A special kind of rose,
    That sprouts in unusual places.
    Never once in stories told,
    Hence all these shocked faces. ...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson Poem
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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