am sorry

BHH. And again I miss.

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This is terrible. Am going to miss what would have been very first BHH. So since I pondered on what to do while am on the bus on my way back from my beautiful dusty home town. Gosh I wish I had traveled yesterday……. Why not a poem to keep me having a reason wait […]

its within us

Raindrops…

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Rain drops gently fall to the ground. They form little spectacular splashes. Gently the skies darken like a night in harlem. The splendor of the rain lets its self create the hush sound. The water flows and touches the dry ground. The scent of the wet-dry soil arouses the desire of one to pluck out […]