Modix Omondi

Entangle your arms around me like daffodils, Let an inch part not my bossom with thine, In our eyes, the bounties of our fragile souls,
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A soul is a captive of a thing of beauty, Striking opulently as the sun at noon, A dole enriching, a graceful bounty, Fairer at noon like full moon....
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The sun rises to fade darkness to light, For the birds to chant and the owl to sleep, The moon to borrow its light for the night, And the birds to rest for the rest to reap,....
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