In The Morning - Poem by John Ngirachu
I don't know why
the only memory is a sigh
Why i woke up first
to the mist in the window
the cold outside
and you were warm
and it was in form
that i said that it rained
and you sighed and said it again
'Don't go. Wait till we wake, '
Then I rose and away went.
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