Comments about Valentine Mbagu
The Breathe Of Death
The warm breathe of death strikes with great might,
Arrow of sorrow seeks her place to thrust,
And weariness drops in a rose at night.
This thief in the night knows neither small nor great,
Crawls with stealth, an inevitable defeat,
The warm breathe of death strikes with great might.
Anguish, escalates like fire burning at night,