The lone rose stands erect in the fields... It blossoms and flowers... The winds whispers go silent...the thundering thuds of the river...goes unheard.... I stand...staring blankly... To the oak.. That now is shedding it own.....I reckon... Your walk like a whiskey shot.... Neat and full of purpose..... Your touch like a laser beam.... Thin and bulky with energy..... Your smile like the Nile....broad and full of will....in you...lies the strongest I knew....and with you goes the bestest of my historic moments...Your voice... Forms a devoid hope of your return...in the skies you have risen...and now dwell in the land of eagles....you presence was an epiphany.... You your self was an occasion if not an event.... I miss you....I will surely hug my pillows at night... Smile at the drab of you absence.... Dine with your thoughts... I miss....every good bad and tearing times I spent... But I promise you...to me good bye is just another word....word that is supposed to fill...the lexicon... Words ment to confuse the mind....and not the heart....and forever...stay well till we meet again
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PoetryFrom love to friendship and everything else known. Its just a story. Welcome to my mind Inside my African mind
