Steamy mornings,
Crunchy afternoons,
Lonely evenings,
The stretch extends
in miles
The faded rays
Dubious flashes of tomorrow
And not the greeting
of the sun could shine that future
Silence in the day
Silence in the
night
Maybe the plight
Acronyms of hope in
delight
"Sketches of the
traces"
"Oh the traces of
the sketches"
"Nah, balance in the
visions"
Blind within
Hopeful without,
Stretches in
markings we make
Healer, the time
A prayer for the
rail, life
And the outcome in
hope, nice
But clarity black,
reality
That point we need
to reach, goal
The storms vivid,
The forecast a
mimic,
And more energy we
need,
The miles to fleece,
And accurate home
deduce
And our hands
together in truce,
The walk in our hearts we shall fuse.
Its a long walk but
in hope we thrive.
Nyonje
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