Dawn
Vincent Ogoti XXII The quiet stretches like a river wide, Neither of us willing to cross the tide. I, who once proclaimed…
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Night
XII In the chambers of this quiet house, Where echoes fall like unlit stars, A stillness grows, sharp as frost,…
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I At the edge of midnight’s shadow, A storm without thunder unfolds— Not of fists, but of words unspoken, In…
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