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Sep 2018
The little lady bird afar, the one that breathes with a soft soothing smile
She that carries a golden heart unexplored
I wonder what you would choose to wear
A pink for a shine or blue for the sky
I know your little cries will be trumpets of melodies
My ears are bound to hear even your current absence
I only watch you from dreams.
But that way you stil ******* with happiness
When i tire to slumber; I am awaken
by the fact of handwork that you may
find and dine on a bright tomorrow.
Each day i watch through my window
and i wonder which door you will use to come fulfill my Joy.
We shall chuckle and giggle crawl and leap together, hope as we hop and count to align all the stars.
Don't forget to cry my name - papa for my ears will dance in waves, i will always have my eyes to you to guide and protect thee.
#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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