Be the wind that blows calm

That heart that hurts

But still with love some

Be the grass with dew when morning comes

Cold in the dawn

But still with a soul so warm

Sing your life out

In happiness roam

And when cometh the storm

Whisper hope if you can’t it talk

Be that heart hard

That blesses with fire and smoke

For love chokes

And sorts truth with eyes hawk

Then beauty shall embrace your stock

Be that heart hard!!

Post Author: Eric Onyango Otieno

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