Pius Khisa Biography

How can I sleep
Sweetheart
If all night I weep
My heart is hurt
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A warm breeze- of peace, whirls by
It lulls the souls therein, busied by nation building
A haven indeed to kill a boring day!
Its flourishing beauty, like Konza's, is endearing
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Unearthing you
From the clay of religious bondage
To demystify the barren belief;
And down you to me
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Take me with you
Whenever you leave for wherever
Alone will catch flu
And wither long before you realize diva.
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Without us
Now...
Void and empty is:
The world
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