Author: Akoth Opiyo
Poetry
WE MISS THEM
WE MISS THEM
The sun went down the Mountains
Birds flew from one telephone pole to another
Dusk creeped and took the throne
We placed the red roses on their Graves
Uttering silent prayers
We sat on the log of woods
That were abandoned in the past
Next to the Graves
Our skins glimmered
When they came into contact
With golden rays of moonlight
A little slumber took us away
And our faces melted with tears
When we remembered our gone friends ,brothers and sisters
The moments we shared
Basking in the hot sand of Africa
Singing our favourite songs
But all we were left was a sad story
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