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By Pius Khisa | Category :: Poem

Echoes of my dying footsteps,
And fond memories of a love cherished:
Shall, at cock crow, die.
Perhaps it will be a gesture of relief,
from a dreadful long wake--
A battle for freedom and disposession.
With my bundle of nothing,
To nowhere I'll accompany darkness--
Never to return.

By Pius Khisa | Jun 15, 2014 | Category > Poem >Sad | Comments | Views 2258


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