Treasure Island

Charles Jagongo

(1972 / Kenya, Africa)

Don't Cry, My Girl


Been away too long a time
The waves called and the birds sung
Dawns desolate dawns of want
Sunsets unsettled sunsets of hope
A world is vast a world of voyages
My girl grass will grow
Where fires had lit water sprinkled
Hearts that yearn chocolates are sweet
My Girl cry not my beloved
A ring in your finger so cute
Look,
Here I am all sunsets Virgin blesses.

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2012
Edited: Thursday, November 08, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/8/2012 8:54:00 AM)

    oh this is very beautiful..you are very blessed with sunsets
    always..would love to have the sun every day.. :) (Report) Reply

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