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Comments about Sharon Kiprono
Hells Gate, my dreams drowned,
The rushing mass of droplets in a race
Carried with it my Sharon,
Like an arrow on the move,
The black cloud released its blessed content
To serve its coveted purpose
And off with it
My Lily crushed.
The deer I was
Tried to grab my Lily,
My Sharon. Alas!
My prowess failed me.
The fibble flower she was
The blessed lovely angel of my soul
'Swum with the will' of her body downstream
Her sweet soul silenced to her destiny
I remain with poignant beautiful memories.
Hells Gate did:
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