When you left I thought it was for good
Now I know you reside in my heart
On your anniversary I always sulked
Now I choose to wear bright colours
How dare I be so selfish?
Where was my gratitude?
Tag: Patsy Jawo
The Coin, by Patsy Jawo
Over the hills, mountains and valleys
Lies beauty untold and mysteries unsolved
That which is only wondered about
As where things are pure, good and great
A place yearned for like a distant land
Only to be reached in the afterlife
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