Crying for me is mountanious,
But when i think of you,
The flow from ducts get continuous,
Correctly said sad is blue?
Another tear drops,When i re-live your smiles,
How amidst the pain u had hope,
And how you'd silence sometimes.
I helpless, you'd share you're jokes,
We'd laugh and hold thoughts,
I loved how you wisely spoke,
My mind pellmell-ed by fearsome dots.
More tears i shed when i remember,
Seeing,touching and journeying all over,With you Harmonically at per,
More than birds that hoover.
You were a boy of few words,
But forever ill shed extra tears.
Your presence interminably boards,
Then splits our final tears.
(in loving memory of Herman omondi k )
By Uncle M.O.O aka Carswell Love.
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