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 Jul 2014 Paul Mwaura
John Walker
Against the wind with fists of rage
He stands in youth despite his age
He’s walked the ice and witnessed the floe
Refusing to worry of his time to go
Defiance resides in his eyes
Like storm clouds dotting morning skies
He will not bow he, will not bend
He takes his time to meet the end
He fears nothing on his own
Intimacy though chills his bone
Alone he stands against the wind
No bad choices may he rescind
Perhaps one day he’ll find his faith
Until the end he stands the wraith
 Jun 2014 Paul Mwaura
Fon
Talk
 Jun 2014 Paul Mwaura
Fon
Picking up the phone
To see none notification
Put it back down
Wondering what you might be doing

Don't know exactly what I want
But I am sure I want to talk
To you
About nothing

So
Would you like
To talk
To me, too
About nothing
Or everything
I don't mind
The beauty sleeps
In to the silent night
Secret desires and dreams
And the faint smile
Next to her, the sleepless lover
Waiting to invade her dreams*





© Amitav (Radiance)

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