It's Morning AgainA Poem by Ayoub Mzee Mzima
When the light is solid and brighter,
the morning has found us. Again we know the morning, With it's cache of fresh promises. Morning mists claim tender wetness, but easy languor prisons the body in the bed. Vestiges of a distant night counter with a fading jig, a night best spent. It's morning again. What a gain. If dreams were words, Then we would have held some conversation with the moon, then we would have known our secrets. No holding back because the sun has kissed our pain away. It's a new start. It's a new day. It's morning again. © 2014 Ayoub Mzee Mzima |
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Added on March 12, 2014 Last Updated on March 12, 2014 AuthorAyoub Mzee MzimaNairobi, Nairobi County, KenyaAboutHello There! My name is Ayoub Mzee. I live and work in Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, East Africa. Our country is tiny but the great spirit and goodness of our people is legendary. Mzee is a.. more..Writing
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