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This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"

Look what I see there
those roses are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those imba birds are very dear to me..

This green nyasi freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart

See what I see there
a upinde wa mvua after a very heavy rain
those colors can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature

I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am imba with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.

a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.

The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from wewe and the things you've become.
Don't wewe remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do wewe remember at all?
Now my hatred for wewe is growing strong.
Every insult wewe throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much zaidi can I take?
Now do wewe see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are wewe glad that wewe killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course wewe don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My moyo isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black


So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Marafiki au something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:

-OfmiceandDes

Stopping kwa Woods on a Snowy Evening
kwa ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his kuunganisha bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The trees always seemed to shake.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a butterfly, kipepeo perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The nyasi is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a kubeba behind a mti scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(