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On Me, the World Fell
Gorgeous, the morning had been, Before the day became frantic; Clouds amassed. My eyes and ears witnessed. Rains’ harbingers landed on my skin; Drops of rains but not rain, I whispered to me. Darker and darker, the clouds grew. From time to time, roars I heard. Faster and faster, the day ran; And so were the dark skies. Looming, the evening smelled. All birds had lobbed into trees. Like prophets, jeopardy they noticed. Noisily dancing, the trees were; Whistling stridently, the wind was. And lightening impaled the murky clouds Only me to see leaves and dust climbing high; Winds to heave stronger and upper above, The skies started bathing me. Shelter nowhere to find anymore. Late it was, the world started tumbling on me; Hefty and late, it was for me to move. Down I sat to reminisce the harbinger; My face in my knees, I buried. But alas, she had heavily parked on me! Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
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