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The day is gone.

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The day is gone. And all its sweets are gone!
Sweet food, sweet juice, sweet lips,
sweet voice and a sweet cascading laughter
(that’ll soon turn into moans).

Soft skin, soft hair, soft hand, and softer breast
too, are gone!

Faded is the sight of a body tender like a plantain shoot,
the shape of beauty from my arms,
the voice, the laughter, the warmth, paradise,
the flower and all its budded charms
(one that’ll soon open like its in rain).

Gone, unreasonably, at the eve of a solitude
which weaves a woof so thick it hides delight.
But as I’ve read love’s missal
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

…………………………………………..
Alexander Twinokwesiga
Ongata Rongai, Kajiado.
Thursday, February 20, 2014.

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