Penned by: Sakina S. Dossaji (kiwi)
3.5.2015 Tanga
On the lips, on the cheeks,
Raindrops fall,
Gushed from the sky,
With ecstacy fall.
The air cooled,
Leaves dripping with rain and dew,
The scent of wet sand
Mingled with flowers bloom.
Breathing deeply,
Savouring the freshness of the morn,
Butterflies Fluttering,
The buntings singing.
The morn spread in drapes of pristine silk,
Covered with petals and dew,
Our creator's love evident in every brook and rock.
Outstretch your arms,
And feel the affection,
Receive the rosy blessings with delight,
He hears, He delivers,
Keep the song in your heart alive.
