They say nature is cruel
trust man to say that,that which he can conceive mentally is nature.
what he cant control, or easily(like my soul)he would see to be cruel.
our smiles... tears, don’t always make sense even our existence seems Pretentious.
Mr god I am back again?
I see the way you smile, because you already know.
I am tired of the cycle.why did I have to be lost in the first place , and just not there.
The worlds touch like the hands of frost.
I return, tears flow like blood from stigmatic wounds.
I wipe them away, choice a script without an author comical evaluation of life.
The first drop...to a storm with no water un cried teras
“child” Gerald Munengami
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