By Emily Achieng Download pdf epub html
Should I but
Feel the distant images of the stars,
And the constant beams of the moon
Through these cracked walls?
Should I but
Stretch this hand
And catch a glimpse of time?
Should I but
Stand still
And meditate upon
The good old songs of the birds
In my islanded self?
Amidst this mind melting ordeal,
The gentle planes wave from afar
As darkness shoulders
These eager thoughts
I do follow with constant sighs
Wind frees itself as if to provide answers
But,
At the sight of the sun,
Every drop of this will be soaked up.
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Achieng is from Nairobi, Kenya. Alongside being a writer, she is an avid reader. She expects nothing more from life than a great pile of writing paper defaced by her scrawl.
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