One saw your face in a crowded place,
I saw your face in a misty dream
They say blessed is your figure,
I say blessed is your mothers womb
As they wonder how to get you
I wonder why to lose you.
And as they wait for the chance
I have come in search for it.

As much as I hate corruption,
you’ve bribed my emotions
As much as I fear contention,
You’ve snatched my attention
For many see you opportune,
but i take you a fortune
And since they say you shine,
don’t they know you’re my sunshine?


Published by: walterthekenyanpoet

I am a Kenyan Poet, Writer, and Passionate narrator with a keen eye for books and Print Media. I am not a bookworm but I admit I am addicted to learning new things and sharing knowledge. I am here not just to stay but to influence trends. I wont advise you to watch this space. I will instead advise you to stick to this page. YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED, that's a promise.

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