Just a sneak peek and am up for another peep
It’s like its time to say ta-ta to all the jack frost gloom and calenture
As the crofter gleans, the birds are at a feast
I just love the way the sun shines on my face. The thrilling air breeze, melodies by the chirping birds.
Warm though not too hot, I have no sunscreen left. A Friday evening at the beach is something I can’t relate to.
Bye-bye to all these hefty cloaks. Seated by the sea, the sound of the waters is mesmerizing.
The beauty of the Moon silver-shaded waves. Eyes on the stars, it gets sweeter with someone to embrace.
That affection without borders?
That time when poetry feels like a ride with kings?
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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