

By Sheila Mumbo
I wanted to sing a song
Of my love to the gentle breeze
In the moist scent of morning dew
But could not sing, my voice croaked
I wanted to walk a little
At that dawn when birds sing
Holding the hands of my love
But could not walk, he wasn’t there
I wanted to sleep a little
By the gentle flowing water
Recollecting the memories of us
But could not sleep, I missed us
I wanted to take this path
But I couldn’t do it alone
I don’t know how to be without you
So I wait for you to come for me
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