Your voice to me,now is rare,
Like the tune of the herp,
Communication was broken by situations unavoidable,
My mind thinks you have moved on,
My heart feels empty.
Yesterday I dreamt about you,
You were crying,
Thinking I had left you,
But you know I can never live without you,
My heart belongs to nobody else but you,
You are small,but my universe.
By:Kenneth Sikuku
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