This is not the story of Romeo and Juliet,
where love is not a right
This is about a cruel Societal denial of the freedom to have
a Shakespeare's kind of African touch!
In the cool Savannah rush
lies to lovely birds
Whispers ordeals and stories
Happiness from the smallest of touch
that their hearts made,
even when things would get worse
Sparks and strings of fire
burning up the nearby grass
Consuming their worldly part
She changed his forever love
From daisies to Jasmine want
Rose's, losing scent to words
Blunt enough to sharpen sharp
Butterflies, green pixie dust
Goodbyes not meant for eternity,
filled with love you's till Infinity
Cloud checks!!!!
Winds, stormy seas and timeless feels
Darkness, the beginning of soundless symphonies
Endless, quiet moonless breeze
In dreams.......no!.........nightmares,
they forever saw
Each smiling captured by the fateful void
Smiling for it was worth their time
Sunsets, affection
No peace of mind
Sunrise!
Gone was he with no sign
No letters, No nothing, No goodbye.
Just one message;
"Gunshots from afar
A far inner land"
As tears washed down her black,
she felt anger and hatred for the foreign man
Guilt for his depart
Many nights, memories!
Intense fights to read and write
Letters! She wrote and piled
Each day to Adowa
To the emperor
of her now breaking world
But each day, pin drop
The wind and sea tried to answer her blanks
When the guns went silent,
the world watched the seeds of war
But she was worried, for
he had not answered any letter
Letters that she had beautifully signed with love
She stood by the horizon each day waiting-
Waiting for a sign-
waiting for a life tears and fear burdened her tender heart
But she held her hand,
like they used to in the yellow savannah land
He died not because of physical pain
Death of the heart
Death of ones name
He had been wounded
long before the day of Adwa
Unfinished letters can tell it all
He now sees her withered heart
from up above!
"A sword in his hand
stabbing his heart"
Wails!
Memories, wailing, not comforting
Her already numb spirit
And on that silent night,
with a rope instead,
she set on a journey to her best, best, best
THE END
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