I spent years-
Deacades
Looking back
At what we had:
Dreaming that we,
I, could conjure it
Again.
I spent hours
Reminiscing
The magic, the joy
Reminiscing
Too caught up in the past
To see what the present
held fast
I spent to many minutes
Holding on
When I should have let go;
of a past equally sweet.
A grasped the future
that slowly gasped away.
I am moving on
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Death has a strange ring to it, the icy chill it send to your lips the pin drop silence when he creeps the sound of his steps when wo...
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Suti zako za madola, gari aina ya Bima, Mlo wako sembuse mola, bili ya lisha nchi nzima, Nyumba kubwa kule hola, waishi bila kupima Wew...
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it is strange getting old, fading from gold to base metals fading like flower petals losing value till you feel worthless a little li...
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