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At my feet!
I lay my soul at your view
You: daughter of my land.
Tears trickling down,
Like the gems found…
In there streams,
Of my motherland.
Present to you, I
A bowl of silence,
Collect with imagination
an’ oft dreams…
of mystic a beast,
an’ as curious a rider,
my strange an’ beautiful companion.
Daughter of my land,
Charmed I am, by your composure.
Timid are your ears being…
quiver such they,
at my play of words.
For I speak a piercing truth,
an’ your heart knows it too.
At my feet,
Stand I on quick sand.
Saving every little breath,
To savor a moment with a strange kiss,
From an animated life,
Power beyond this silly wish.
With a daughter of my land
A promise treasured,
To me
by she, at my feet,
my motherland.
poem
by
Merlin Mwaura
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