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Jun 2016
Songs stirred within the quiet waters of the soul ripple up
Life springs out of hope and life gives birth to hope
Little else shall last as long,
but as every note hits the prong,
and sweet voices soar
Every inch that present pain makes sore
Shall be calmed and healed as the song goes on
Eternally.
Music transforms, heals, but only the right kind.
Ngamau Boniface
Written by
Ngamau Boniface  Nairobi-Kenya
(Nairobi-Kenya)   
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