Kayanja Ronald Edwin

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Wisdom a lost treasure of the past
Smartness the new trickery of the present
Leaving the future so blind and unknown
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Always loved the color grey
A composition of black and white
Clearly illustrating humanity
A blur of evil and good
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Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
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And the distance between,
Kept their bodies apart
But not their hearts
Wondering,
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Above, the clouds moved
A ghost shadow below
Closing in so quick, death
Swallowing souls as it swept
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Long chains cutting deep,
In both my wrists and ankles
I watch my flesh decay,
Falling off, feeding my only friend,
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In a room so dark,
And the chains so heavy,
but yet a smile so big
One smells freedom
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I didn't not see the shadow,
Nor the silhouette of your soul,
But a wavy shade,
Of your heart,
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My soul weary inside her rugs of flesh
Wrapping my decaying bones,
Dry of their marrow, drained,
With a fading taste,
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How empty this feels? !
Stained, wallpapers, peeling,
Falling with sounds of fading memories
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Give a man a pencil,
And he will draw from his mind,
Give a woman a pen,
And she will write from her heart
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Doesn't she see the beauty of her youth in your curves?
The ripening bosom and bulging hips
Stretching out the folds of your silk wrappings
And a cotton weaving over your shoulders
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I know of your flesh
Understand the smooth ways around your river
Meandering through your twin hills,
Into the valley of bliss
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The slates of this mind,
Where fantasies streamed,
For you,
After the first time
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Time devours beauty of a maiden,
Like a flower withering in a prevailing drought

It pulls down the bright petals of her youth
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