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Big Sea

Big sea exists not on its own. It assembles rivers from various sources. Rivers run kilometres to only end up In a bigger river that callously swallows them all. Dirty or clean, big sea never cares about colours, For it is a careless and colourless loss, like death. Queens and Kings, men and children, Animals and trees both contritely swallows. Death is as unpredictable as a vulture Who, date and place never warns of. Big sea and death are both similar, As they are never satisfied. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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