On the day I'll be gone,
Our morning walks,
no more.
Kissing,
the soft morning sun,
whistling with the birds.
Soft footprints,
on white sands,
Now a pair,
Soon to dissolve,
in gentle waves.
Keep our daily walks,
When am gone.
Even though alone,
We float in your thoughts
Kiss our sun,
Sing,
With the morning birds.
Try to be early
Or ill be long gone!
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Bamburi Beach, Bamburi
Mombasa, Feb, 2021
