Night
Vincent Ogoti XII In the rooms of this quiet house, Where echoes fall like unlit stars, A stillness grows, sharp as frost,…
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Midnight
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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I SUDDENLY, a reed whispers between tall trees, Neither towering to be seen, Nor bowed enough to be dismissed. Skin…
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