The dawn sprinkle
All its words,
you have never ever
Whispered
in my ears before !

The bird screams
all the songs
you have never ever
dreamed.
in my heart earlier !

I wrap your silence
To carry to the top
of my hills,
where my heart builds
a small hut of bushes
Made of love,
Awaiting for your
Arrival!
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com