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Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Whispers... : a water paradox--By Frances Simwinga--Malawi: a water paradox Time and again I like to sip a little of you, feel you drip down my throat, leaving a stain on my lip, that way my life you ...

From the desert to the rain,

Feel the moisture; home again,

Flights of fancy in the sun

Are now past. The journey’s done

As we find each old routine

Remembering everything we’ve seen

Over quiet cups of tea;

Spending hours, you and me.

Being sisters, home at last,

Leaving quarrels in the past,

Finding spirit after all,

Kindred moments we recall.

We are different, yet the same.

We’ve lived life. We’ve passed through flame

Never knowing how we’d end,

Only glad for time to spend.

I walk beneath the willow trees

Alive with memories of youth

And my creations born of love

Are left behind, but wait for me.

I walk beneath the willow trees

As morning beckons to the sun

And night creatures seek their beds.

Alive with memories of youth

The path runs past a swelling stream

That sings a song and makes a beat

And my creations born of love

Are echoed in the leaves above

And in the water’s sparkling;

All left behind, but wait for me

I will return and hold onto

Each one of you and build more dreams.

Good Side of Manly

On the good side of Manly

Reflected sky

Framed by the trees

As ships float by

Green grass and city

Both seem serene

As gentle emotions

Float in between.