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The leaves (I miss you)


The leaves rustle softly

The stars twinkle brightly

In the crisp night air

Filled with droplets of dew

The sky is a black dome

The night is quiet

The breeze

Is soft on my cheek

Such softness…

reminds me of your touch

It’s inevitable that

Nature goes on

But in my heart

The sequence is disrupted

Something vital is missing

I wish it was here

I miss you so much

Mugethi Gitau