She Sang to Me
In front of me she pleasantly lay
And I incessantly gazed
At the captivating rhythmic colour splash
That promptly pacified my turbulent self.
How tranquil lay the portrait!
In her accustomed elegant smile she was
The graceful glow of her little eyes
And her tender precious face
Sent broadcasts of nostalgic memories,
Memories of intense pleasure.
In the absence of lyrics
She tunefully sang to me
And I clearly heard the resounding rhythm
Then sheepishly smiled back at the Pic.
By Simon Njoroge
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