Sorrow Poem by Akinyi Awora

Sorrow



Each morn' a heart cries to the sun
Mayhap her gentle warmth would warm
The cold hearts of the hounds
The constant assaillant
Out to crush and exterminate
The very course of bliss.

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Akinyi Awora

Akinyi Awora

Nairobi, Kenya
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