If free men saw her, they would realize they were in chains. I'm in bondage, she is my freedom
have seen it all
but not a beauty so beautiful
and a memory worthy reminiscence...
a flower bloomed
and, I dreamily, kissed her lips.
She swayed her hips like a clock pendulum
My eyes danced, I was a free man
but when she turned, I was in bondage of desires.
Now I can't shut up
my mind
from dreaming, that this day
isn't over.
This day
will come back tomorrow in its own image and likeness.
the sun will shine for her
and paths will cross again, heads will turn
feelings will be aroused
But, I will be here
waiting and watching
from her prison's window.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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I need this day,tomorrow.
My eyes, like the gods eyeshave seen it all
but not a beauty so beautiful
and a memory worthy reminiscence...
a flower bloomed
and, I dreamily, kissed her lips.
She swayed her hips like a clock pendulum
My eyes danced, I was a free man
but when she turned, I was in bondage of desires.
Now I can't shut up
my mind
from dreaming, that this day
isn't over.
This day
will come back tomorrow in its own image and likeness.
the sun will shine for her
and paths will cross again, heads will turn
feelings will be aroused
But, I will be here
waiting and watching
from her prison's window.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
Read 572 times
Written on 2013-10-04 at 09:49
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